"If you challenge someone, we can't interfere," Barabas murmured. "Remember, don't provoke them." I kicked the door open and walked in. Fourteen pairs of eyes glared at me from around the table. Beyond the alpha, fourteen other shapeshifters waited--the betas of each clan, invited as a courtesy. I looked from face to face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the male voice said. Third man on the left. Tall, wiry. Sontag. I looked at him. "Ready to put your claws where your mouth is, or are you going to cringe behind the big boys and yip all day?" His eyes flared with yellow. "Is that a challenge?" "Yes, it is."