for other things to eat and come to the river at the proper time.” Henry gave her a careful smile. “Look. Learn. Then you will find what you need.”
Meg sighed.
“Arroo?” Nathan queried from the front room.
“She is fine, Wolf,” Henry said. Then he gave her a long look. “Are you fine, Meg?”
She touched one of the decks. “The cards might reveal an answer to a question, but using them doesn’t produce the euphoria. Using them doesn’t feel as good as cutting.”
“Until you learn their nature, how do you really know that is true?”
She didn’t have an answer, but she did have a question. “Henry? Are the bison going to roam around the Courtyard?”
“The two males have been taken to the Chambers. The fences should keep them from roaming beyond the Sanguinati’s part of the Courtyard. The females are grazing where they will. Why?”
“They’re going to get bigger.”
“Much bigger.”
“Do they chase things?”
At first she thought he was amused. Then he said, “Ah. The BOW.”
“Sometimes a deer is in the road when I’m making deliveries, but it moves out of the way. I don’t think a grown-up bison needs to move out of the way of much.” Merri Lee had promised to check Howling Good Reads and Ruth said she would check the Market Square Library for information about bison. Mostly they were concerned that the new residents would devour the kitchen gardens. Meg wondered how bison felt about a Box on Wheels that chugged along on the Courtyard’s roads.
“I will give you an answer when I have one,” Henry said.
When he left, Meg moved over to the window but kept out of sight. She heard the wooden gate open and close, heard footsteps on the path. But they stopped before Henry reached his studio because Jake cawed, announcing that a truck had pulled into the delivery area.
On impulse, Meg opened a random deck of cards. Unsure how to shuffle cards, she fanned them out in one hand with the images facedown. Picking a card, she turned it over.
Basket of ripe apples, looking so . . .
Rotten. Wormy.
Meg blinked. No. The card showed a basket of ripe, unblemished apples—a delicious harvest.
The office door opened. She heard Nathan scramble off the Wolf bed to meet the deliveryman at the counter.
Meg dropped the cards and hurried into the front room.
“Hi, Harry.”
“Miz Meg.”
Harry’s voice. Worn. Drawn. “Is something wrong?”
“Got a package here for Miz MacDonald. Says to keep it cool.”
“Harry?”
Nathan stood on his hind legs, resting one front paw on the counter.
“Might not be making deliveries much longer.” Harry lowered his voice and leaned toward Meg. “There’s been talk about Everywhere Delivery becoming Everywhere Human Delivery.”
“Arroo?” Nathan asked at the same time Meg said, “What are you going to do?”
“Hand in my notice; that’s what I’ll do,” Harry replied hotly. Then he looked over his shoulder, as if afraid of being overheard. “Course, I don’t know what the wife and I will do without my paycheck, but I’ve also heard talk that if you’re fired for being a Wolf lover, you forfeit your pension, what there is of it. So I would rather resign and get what money I can. But that means you might have some trouble getting deliveries. And something like this”—Harry tapped the box—“might not arrive before it spoils.”
Meg thought about the prophecy card and shivered.
“Arroo?”
“I’ll tell Mr. Wolfgard what you said.” Meg stepped back from the counter. “Thanks, Harry.”
“You take care.” Harry looked at Nathan. “Both of you.”
Meg pressed both hands against the Private door’s frame and waited until Harry drove away. Then she focused on Nathan, clenching her teeth to keep from biting her tongue to relieve the buzz and burn. “Get Henry.”
Nathan cocked his head.
“Something is wrong with that box.” She didn’t dare unclench her teeth to speak clearly. “Get Henry. Get Tess.”
Nathan howled.
Running through the sorting room and back room, Meg clawed at the back door until she finally got it open and bolted outside.
“Meg?” Pete Denby ran down the stairs from his office and caught her as her legs gave out. He half carried her to the stairs, sat her down, and gently pushed her head between her knees.
“Meg?” Tess’s voice, as sharp as a razor.
“Package. Something bad,” Meg mumbled. “Tongue burning.”
“What does that mean?” Pete asked.
“That means you don’t let her out of your sight.” Tess went into the Liaison’s Office.
“Are you cut?” Pete patted Meg’s shoulder. “Did you see something?”
“Heard a truck. Picked one of those prophecy cards from a deck. Saw rotten apples, but