"Let's find Warren first and send him up to keep an eye on your father, who is sleeping." And then Sam crawled out from under the bed.
IT WORKED.
WE MADE IT ALL THE WAY OUT TO MY CAR with only Sam beside us.
All the wolves in the house were fine with Jesse and me going out together--because we had Sam.
"You have to stay here, Sam," I said.
And then stopped.
Looked at him.
Really looked at him.
Sam the wolf wouldn't have turned his back while everyone was trying to fix Mary Jo--and he wouldn't have looked like he felt guilty about it.
Because Sam the wolf wasn't a doctor--he was a wolf.
This morning, Darryl had recognized pretty quickly that Samuel was in trouble.
But in the garage, not one of the wolves even looked funny at Sam.Because it had been Samuel.
"Welcome back," I said, trying to act like it was no big thing.
I didn't know why he'd decided to take charge again--or if it was a good thing--but I figured the less drama about it, the happier Samuel would be.
But .
.
.
"You can't come with us," I told him.
"You heard Zee.
We're going to see a lady who--" I stopped.
"How do the fae manage this lying-without-lying stuff? It really sucks.
Look, Samuel, we're going to see the lady who is scared to death of wolves.
You have to stay here.
You can't come as a wolf, and you don't have any clothes." He just stood there looking at me.
"Stubborn," I said.
"We're going to be late," said Jesse.
"And Darryl is looking out the window and frowning at us." I grabbed my purse out of my car and held the back door of Adam's truck open for Samuel.
"There should be jeans and sweats and stuff in a pack in the backseat if you want to dress," I told Samuel.
"And when we get to the garage, you need to stay outside and leave her to us.
Hopefully, we'll find out .