.
she's good folk when it comes down to it.
She's been a firefighter since they allowed women to be on the teams.
She may not like you that much, but she's got no bone to pick with Samuel.
I don't think she'd have stood by and watched arson taking place without someone stepping in and influencing her.
There aren't many of the pack who could override her good sense like that." "You think someone else made the decision to disobey orders." Ben nodded slowly.
"I do.
Yes." "Someone Adam trusted enough that he didn't insist on their attending the meeting he held at his house." "Yes." "Damn it."
9
AT THREE IN THE MORNING, I FOUND MYSELF DRINKING hot chocolate at the kitchen table in Adam's house with Jesse, Darryl, Auriele, and Mary Jo.
Given my druthers, I'd have had a couple of people between Mary Jo and me--because I don't believe in throwing water on boiling oil--but by the time I'd finished pouring cocoa, the seat between Jesse and her was the only one open.
The one good thing was that most of the wolves had returned to their homes, and Adam was still safe.
Sam and Warren were in Adam's room, doing guard duty, while the rest of us tried to decide how to proceed until Adam was up and about.
All the other wolves who'd shown up had been sent away.
I planned on joining Adam as soon as we were done here, but I knew he was all right without me.
He'd eaten about ten pounds of meat and lapsed into a sleep so deep it resembled a coma.
Warren was a big enough wolf to take on any two of the rest of the pack as long as the group didn't contain Darryl, who outranked him.
Mostly.
Sam was a little unpredictable, but in his current state I was pretty sure he would be on our team.
When a wolf is hurt, he is vulnerable.
In the best scenario, an injured wolf will be protected by his pack mates--but when the pack is uneasy, as Adam's was just then, it is best to keep trustworthy guards around.
Between the two of them, Warren and Sam, they'd see to it that no harm came to Adam.
Ben trudged in, towing one of the dining-room chairs.
He slid it between Jesse and Auriele, painfully pulled his gory fingers off the chair back, and dropped to the seat.
Jesse slid a cup of hot cocoa in front of him, then reached across with the can of nondairy whipped cream and squirted a bunch of sweet artificial white goo on top.
Jesse's curly hair had grown out a little, and she'd dyed it pink.
"Thanks, darling," Ben told her in a suggestive voice, and she scooted her chair away from him.
He tipped his head so she couldn't see his face and smiled until he realized I was watching him.
I narrowed my eyes, and he cleared his throat.
"E-mail's out to the list, detailing what happened and that Adam'll be up and about in a day or two." That there was a mailing list had been news to me.