"Did someone call you about Adam bringing me into the pack?" I asked.
This time Bran laughed, his shoulders shaking, and I saw how tired he was.
"I'm glad I amuse you," I told him grumpily.
Behind me the door opened, and Samuel said cheerily, "Is this a private party, or can anyone join?" How cool was that? In one sentence, one word actually (party), Samuel told his father that we weren't going to talk about Tim or why I'd killed him, and that I was going to be okay.
Samuel was good at things like that.
"Come in," I said.
"How's Mary Jo?" Samuel sighed.
"Da, let me tell you now.
If I am dead, and a fae offers to heal me--I'd prefer you tell her no." He looked at me.
"I think she'll be fine, eventually.
But she's not very happy right now.
She's dazed and shocky to an extent I've never seen before in a wolf.
At least she's not crying anymore.
Adam finally forced her change, and that helped a lot.
She's sleeping with Paul, Alec, Honey, and few others on the monstrosity of a couch Adam keeps in the TV room in the basement." He gave his father a keen-eyed look, then sat on the floor beside me-- and that was a message, too.
He wasn't between Bran and me, not precisely.
But he could have sat beside Bran.
"So what brings you here?" Bran smiled at him, having seen the message Samuel wanted him to.
"You don't have to protect her from me," he said softly.
"We've all seen she does a pretty good job of protecting herself." With the wolves, there is always a lot more going on in a conversation than just the words.
For instance, Bran had just told us that he'd seen the video, from the security camera, of me killing Tim ...
and of everything else, too.
And that he'd approved of my actions.
It shouldn't have pleased me so much; I was no child.
But Bran's opinion still meant a lot.
"And yes," he told me after a moment, "someone called me about Adam bringing you into the pack.
Lots of someones.
Let me tell you the answers to the questions I've been asked, and you can pass them on to Adam.
No.
I had no idea it was possible to bring someone who was not a werewolf into the pack.