And the minute the thought crossed my mind, the trickle dried up--and Adam jerked his hand back with a hiss of pain that brought me up to my knees.
I reached out to touch him, then pulled my hand back so I didn't hurt him again.
"Adam?" "Stubborn," he said with an appraising look.
"I got bits and pieces from you, though.
We don't love you, so you won't take anything from us?" The question in his voice was self-addressed, as if he weren't quite sure of his analysis.
I sat back down on my heels, caught by the accuracy of his reading.
"Instincts drive the wolf ...
coyote, too, I imagine," he told me after a moment.
He looked relaxed, one knee up and the other stretched out just to the side of me.
"Truth is without flourishes or manners and runs with a logic all its own.
You can't let the pack give without giving in return, and if we don't want your gift ..." I didn't say anything.
I didn't understand how the pack worked, but the last part was right.
After a bit, he said, "It's inconvenient sometimes to be a part of the pack.
When the pack magic is in full swing--like now with the moon close to her zenith--there's no hiding everything from each other all the time like we do as humans.
Some things, yes, but we can't chose which ones stay safely secret.
Paul knows I'm still angry with him over his attack on Warren, and it makes him cringe--which just makes me angrier because it's not remorse for trying to attack Warren when he was hurt but fear of my anger." I stared at him.
"It's not all bad," he told me.
"It's knowing who they are, what's important to them, what makes them different.
What strengths they each contribute to the pack." He hesitated.
"I'm not sure how much you'll get.
If I want to, at full moon in wolf form, I can read everyone almost always--that's part of being Alpha.
It allows me to use the individuals to build a pack.
Most of the pack get bits and pieces, mostly things that concern them or big things." He gave me a little smile.
"I didn't know that bringing you into the pack would work at all, you know.
I couldn't have done it with a human mate, but you are always an unknown." He looked at me intently.
"You knew Mary Jo had been hurt." I shook my head.
"No.
I knew someone had been hurt--but I didn't know it was Mary Jo until I saw her." "Okay," he said, encouraged by my answer.
"It shouldn't be bad for you then.
Unless you need them, or they need you, the pack will just be ...