Doesn’t matter, because now it’s about to burst out of my chest. Mom, to her credit, keeps amazingly cool. “Again, what’s this all about?” she asks, without a trace of fear in her voice. “The local Bureau office received an anonymous phone call a short while ago, with an allegation that there’s an unregistered adolescent lycanthrope living at this address,” the tall, higher-voiced agent says. “Is that true?” “Well, my former husband was a wulf, so my daughter and son are half-wulf by birth, but they had Lychromosomal Repression Therapy as infants, so they’re not subject to registration requirements.” “We can tell you, ma’am, that we’re not here to investigate your daughter. The call came in about your son.” “Are you Daniel Gray?” Agent Tall asks. I take a breath. I feel really calm. That’s got to be from the sedative. “Actually, it’s Dante. Maybe you have the wrong guy.” Agent Little answers in his deep voice. “Well, the call came in about Danny Gray.
