.
ever.
I hadn't hung out with the werewolves much until this last year--and it hadn't been a peaceful one for the pack.
Honey caught me on my way to get Adam, who was sitting on one end of the leather couch.
I hadn't noticed her in the garage--and I would have because Honey doesn't go unnoticed, partly because she is very dominant and partly because she is very beautiful--so she must have been one of the latecomers.
"Mary Jo was recognized as more dominant than Alec?" she asked.
She didn't sound happy, which was odd.
Because her mate, Peter, was a submissive wolf, Honey was considered the lowest member of the pack except for Mary Jo, though by personality and fighting power she was actually closer to the top.
Maybe the idea that they might rank her where she belonged offended her idea of what a lady should be.
Maybe she worried it would cause trouble in the pack, or between her and her mate.
Maybe she was afraid that she was going to get targeted in the dominance fights.
Whatever it was, her trouble ranked way down in my priorities at the moment--Adam was listing to the right.
In a few moments, someone else was bound to notice.
"Yes," I said, sliding by her and stepping over someone who was lying on their side on the floor.
"Don't ask me what it means long-term; I don't think anyone knows.
Adam?" He looked up, and I wondered if Warren should have knocked a minute off his countdown to the crash; he looked that bad.
"You should come with me.
We need to call the Marrok." Invoking the Marrok's name should make it unlikely that anyone would follow us.
I ensured that by adding, "He's not going to be happy about being left out of this.
The sooner he hears, the better." There was a twinkle in Adam's eyes, though he kept the rest of his face stoic.
"Better be in my bedroom, if I'm going to get chewed on.
Give me a hand up, would you? Paul gave me a few good ones." He held up one of his poor, sore hands, and I took it without wincing for the pain that closing his hand over mine must have given him.
It was a show to reassure the pack he was as strong as ever.
The twinkle left his eyes though his mouth turned up in a smile as he stood up easily, without pulling on my hand at all.
When we got to the moron who was sitting in the only path to the stairway, Adam caught my waist and lifted me over before stepping over the man himself.
"Scott?" Adam said as we headed upstairs.
"Yeah?" "Unless someone shoots you, skins you, and throws the results on the floor, I don't want to see you lying in the walkway again." "Yessir!" When we reached the top of the stairway, his hand was heavy on my shoulder, and he leaned harder on me all the way to the bedroom.
Someone--and I was betting it was Darryl--had left three huge roast beef sandwiches, a cup of hot coffee, and a glass of ice water on the table by the side of the bed.
Medea was sleeping on the pillow in the middle of the bed.
She looked up at us and, when I didn't make any move to oust her, closed her eyes and went back to sleep.