"Probably less damage than what normally happens when the wolf is in charge.
Especially since the wolf doesn't stop until someone stops him.
But not good." "He'll be easier to kill if it comes to it," said Warren, recognizing the advantages.
Samuel was old, powerful, and clever--if his wolf was half as smart, it would take Bran or Charles to take him.
This way, any of us with a silver-loaded gun could do it.
Sam didn't seem bothered by the conversation.
He half closed his eyes and snapped his teeth at Warren with mock fierceness.
His ears were up, showing that he was only playing.
They hurt my heart with their fierce full-on acceptance of reality.
"Pack up, kids," said Adam, with his eyes still closed.
"It's time to take this party home." Home.
I glanced worriedly at Warren.
Adam would be up and functional in a day or two--thanks to nifty werewolf superpowers of healing.
But the pack was still a mess.
"Right, boss." Warren nodded at me and continued to talk to Adam.
"I reckon I'll stick by you for a bit, though, if you don't mind.
Darryl will be there, too."WE PACKED ADAM INTO THE BACK OF WARREN'S TRUCK on top of a thick camping pad and underneath a sleeping bag.
Werewolves are pretty immune to the cold-- especially the kind of cold the Tri-Cities could manage most winters.
But we weren't taking any chances with him.
He accepted our fussing with a sort of royal amusement that managed to be appreciative, too, though he didn't say a word.
"Camping?" I murmured to Warren under my breath after we'd gotten Adam settled.
"You actually got Kyle to go out camping?" Kyle was very happy with the comforts of civilization.
I couldn't see him spending a weekend in the woods voluntarily.
"Nah," he muttered.
"Not overnight anyhow.
But I'm hopeful for next spring." "But you had sleeping bags and camp pads in your truck." I couldn't help the smile that grew on my face.
"Does this have anything to do with the ice chest full of meat?" He ducked his head, but he was grinning.
"You don't ask me what you don't want to know, Mercy." Mary Jo rode in the back of the truck with Adam while I drove my car with Ben beside me and Sam in the back.
Ben had offered to drive the Rabbit so I could ride with Adam, but his hands were raw and painful.
Mary Jo wasn't going to do anything to hurt Adam; whatever resentment or hatred she felt for me didn't interfere with her desire to keep him safe.