Speaking of friends, thank you for the Pack Magic 101 that kept me from being Zombie Mercy." He smiled, an expression that made him look about sixteen.
If you didn't know him, it would be hard to believe that this young man with the diffident expression was the Marrok.
"Did you get all of that?" he asked.
"I wasn't sure how much made it through." I looked at his innocent expression.
"How much did you get back?" He gave me wide eyes, then grinned.
"I think that we both were getting a bit of a boost from an interested party." "Who?" "Zee had no trouble freeing the forest lord from his chains.
He's a charming fellow, by the way, very gracious as well as powerful.
She kidnapped him from his own place in northern California about a year, year and a half ago.
His wife and family were very glad to hear that he'll be coming home soon.
Daphne, the fairy queen, apparently visited the reservation and decided this would be a good place to roost.
She enthralled a nasty witch and used her to grab the forest lord-- because she didn't have enough power to enthrallhim ." "You think he helped us?" "Someone did.
I'd just about given up." He looked around at the remnants of my home.
"I have a more probable answer, but I'm having a little trouble wrapping my head around it.
Have you decided what you are going to do with this yet?" "It was insured," I told him.
"I might as well replace it." Gabriel might need to live somewhere.
He and Zee had kept the shop going for the month I'd been missing.
His mother wasn't happy with his doing that, so he was living at Adam's house.
In the basement--as far from Jesse's bedroom as Adam could manage.
"Look," said Bran.
"Your oak tree didn't burn down." "Yeah," I said, pleased.
"Scorched a bit, but I think it'll be okay." I took a step toward it, and my foot caught something and moved it.
I thought at first it was a broom handle, but when I bent down to retrieve it, it turned out to be my old friend the walking stick.
"Ah," said Bran.
"I wondered where that had gotten off to." I gave it a thoughtful look.
"You've seen it?" "It was sitting on the couch in Adam's basement," he said.
"When I picked it up--suddenly all my efforts bore fruit at last, and I found you among the pack bonds as if you had never been missing." I gave him a wry smile.
"It does seem to show up at interesting moments." "So," he said, "have you given any thought to raising sheep?" "Not at the present time," I replied dryly.
"No." We walked a little more in companionable silence.
"I have some photos," Bran said abruptly.
"Of Bryan and Evelyn." My werewolf foster family.