attention away from Darryl. "Who is more dominant, you or me?"
Alec stepped around the other wolves and looked from her to Paul. I could see the answer he wanted to make, and Darryl started to relax. Adam, I noticed, was watching Mary Jo with surprised respect.
Alec opened his mouth, then hesitated. "You all could tell if I lied," he said. He raised up both his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I hope you know what you're doing, Mary Jo." He looked Darryl in the eye, and said, "Mary Jo outranks me."
And chaos reigned. Paul stuck his head in Darryl's face and raved. He was one of the very few people in the pack tall enough to stand eye to eye with Darryl. If there hadn't been so much noise, I'd have been able to hear what he said - but I could guess. Paul liked Mary Jo. He didn't want to kill her.
Mary Jo stood there; like Adam, she was an island of quiet in the uproar. She was small, but every ounce of weight she had was muscle. She was tough as boot leather, quick, and agile. I wasn't as certain as Paul was that she'd lose - I wouldn't want to fight against her. If she won, she could yield to Adam. If she decided to fight - and I didn't think she would - she'd be coming into the challenge tired and possibly hurt.
Then I remembered the way Henry had thrown her into the island in the kitchen. She had either broken or cracked her ribs when she hit. Though I couldn't see it in the way she was moving, there had not been enough time for her to heal. No one healed that fast unless they were an Alpha with a full moon outside.
"Enough," roared Warren suddenly, his voice ringing out over the hubbub like a shot fired in a crowd.
Darryl turned to Mary Jo, and said, "No."
"Not your call to make," she informed him. "Adam?"
"I have a problem," he said. "Justice demands that I must step away from this determination because I am more than a little vested in the decision. In the name of justice, then, let it fall to the next three in rank - Mercy, Darryl, and Auriele."
He looked at me.
I know what I wanted to say. Auriele was likely to agree with Mary Jo - and we'd already heard what Darryl's viewpoint was. Even if Mary Jo lost, it would help Adam. I looked at the wolves and saw a lot of resentful faces - they had done the math as well, and they were very unhappy with me being a part of the decision.
Then I saw some wiggle room.
"It seems to me that there is another problem," I said. "If we agree that Mary Jo can fight because she ranks within three people of Paul. I submit that Paul does not stand within three people of Adam." Like Mary Jo, I held up my hand. "Adam, then me." I held up a finger. "Darryl - and Auriele, then Warren."
"Then Honey," said Warren with a little smile. "Then Paul."
Paul snarled. "He has already accepted my challenge. That presupposes I have the right."
I looked at Adam.
"Nice try," he told me. "But I agree with Paul."
"And the official code of conduct," said Ben grumpily, "which I had to damn well memorize before I was allowed in the pack, says challenge within quote three men unquote. The important word being 'men.' "
"So Mary Jo can't fight," said Paul with a relieved grin. "She's not a man."
"So Mary Jo's claim is still valid," I pointed out. "She's within three men of your rank. Does the code of conduct say that the challenger has to be a man?" Kyle told me that one of the secrets of being a lawyer was never to ask a witness a question you didn't know the answer to. I knew what it said, but it would sound better coming from someone else.
"No," said Ben.
I'd done all I could do. Adam's silent urging pushing me, I looked at Mary Jo, and said, "Like Adam, I have too much of a stake in this."
"Mercy," whispered Jesse fiercely. "What are you doing?" I patted the hand she'd locked on my wrist.
"Darryl, Auriele, and Warren will decide this, then," said Adam.
Because my mate bond with Adam was sort of functioning again, I knew he believed that if I'd been part of the decision, it would have just become another point of contention. Another