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nodded and she grinned.  “Okay, let me get into some civvies first.”
    I smiled then looked at the city.  It always struck me how different the cities outside of the walled cities were.  In a walled city, every single building had silver-laced bars and shutters over every door and window that would slide down to bar entry on full moon nights.
    These were known as FMBs or Full Moon Bars.  They were there in case wolves managed to somehow breach the thirty-foot high walls surrounding the major population centers of Clean Bloods.  A secondary line of defense.  Then as a fail-safe, every dwelling had silver-lined boxes for each family member.  These were known as panic cages.  The rich had entire panic rooms lined with silver in the walls.
    In cities like Issaquah, where eighty percent or more of the population bore the lupus contagion, very few homes or businesses bore FMBs.  So it was easy to pick out the houses of the Clean Bloods or businesses that catered to traveling Clean Bloods, like hotels and motels.
    The other difference was that every home had panic cages just like the Clean Bloods, only these cages were used by the infected on full moons to cage their beast so their werewolves didn't run free and terrorize the area.  Most of the infected took that seriously.  They never chose the curse, and they suffered from the knowledge they became a monster but wouldn't allow it to roam free like the ferals did.
    We stopped off at the Police station for Paige to clean up and change.  I had to stop myself from staring as she came out and walked me to her personal vehicle wearing some tight jeans that clung to her long legs and hips like they were painted on.  A plain white t-shirt that did nothing to hide her feminine curves and the toned muscles beneath the straining fabric.
    I wondered about that for a moment.  When you are cursed, you are locked into the form you were at the time of infection.  She said she had been turned at the start of the prior century when women were expected to be soft and feminine.  Then I realized, she had mentioned she was working on the walls of the city.  Being a mason's assistant would do it.  It was hard work moving the large silver ore stones in place.  I approved of the result.
    She didn't wear a coat, most wolves didn't since they could run around comfortably until the temperatures dropped below freezing.  The service weapon on her hip made the overall effect... umm... enticing.  She stopped before we got into the Jeep CJ7.  “What?”
    I snickered and just hopped into the passenger seat saying, “Oh nothing, you just clean up good.”
    She got in and looked me over with an unreadable expression, like she was trying to figure me out,  then shook her head in exasperation and started the car.  “Drive through then my place?  I doubt you want to share your story in a public place.”
    I grinned. “Lay on, Macduff.”
    She did a double take at that and cocked an eyebrow.  “Shakespeare?  And you didn't misquote by saying 'lead on.'”
    I deadpanned, “Truly a droll man with an abysmal sense of humor.  He died owing me five pounds sterling.”
    She squinted at me and then shook her head, her nostrils were flaring. “I can't tell if you are joking.”  I grinned.  When people try to deceive, the really old wolves can tell by a change in their scent.  Since I was telling the truth, I had her stymied.  I just grinned.
    After a few seconds, she shook her head and returned the grin.  We pulled through the Golden Arches drive through.  She ordered four Big Macs raw and a cola then turned to me.  I could tell she was curious how I would order.  She was trying to gather information about me.
    On the outside like this, most fast food places catered to both the infected and non.  You could get your orders “raw” like she did.  Which meant the meat would be heated but not cooked. Or “cooked” which was self-explanatory.  One drawback to being cursed was some