Book 1 - Page 27 (1/2)

”Shut the door,” Samuel snapped, without looking up. ”d.a.m.n it, Mercy, you should have set the break before you threw him in the car and drove all day-you of all people know how fast we heal. I'll have to rebreak his leg.”

Samuel had never yelled at me before. He was the least volatile male werewolf I'd ever met.

”I don't know how to set bones,” I said, wrapping my arms around myself. But he was right. I knew werewolves heal incredibly fast-I just hadn't thought about what that meant as far as broken bones were concerned. I hadn't even known his leg was broken. I'd been stupid. I should have just called Darryl.

”How much training does it take to set a leg?” Samuel continued with barely a pause. ”All you have to do is pull it straight.” His hands were gentle as they stretched out Adam's leg. ”He'd have had someone with medic training in his pack. You could have called for help if you didn't have the guts for it yourself.” Then to Adam he said, ”Brace yourself.” From my position by the door, I couldn't see what he did, but I heard a bone snap, and Adam jerked and made a noise I never want to hear again.

”I was worried that someone from his pack was involved in the attack,” I whispered. ”Adam was unconscious. I couldn't ask him. And they don't have anyone strong enough to control Adam's wolf.”

Samuel glanced back at me, then swore. ”If all you can do is snivel, then get the h.e.l.l out of here.”

Despite his condition, Adam growled, swiveling his head to look at Samuel.

”I'm sorry,” I said, and left, closing the door tightly behind me.

I'd spent twenty minutes staring at the first page of the mystery when someone knocked on the door. My nose told me it was Samuel, so I didn't answer right away.

”Mercy?” His voice was soft, just as I remembered it, with just a touch of Celt.

If I left early in the morning, I could get a head start on looking for Jesse, I thought, staring at the door. Someone else could take Adam back when he was ready to travel. If I left early enough, I could avoid talking to Samuel altogether.

”Mercy. I know you're listening to me.”

I stared at the door, but didn't say anything. I didn't want to talk to him. He'd been right. I had been useless-subjecting Adam to a six-hour drive because of a chance remark of Darryl's, a remark that I was beginning to think meant nothing. Of course, as I'd told Samuel earlier, the pack would have had to bring Adam to Montana or at least send for a dominant until Adam could control himself-but they would have set his broken leg immediately. Darryl and the pack could be out looking for Jesse with Adam safely on the road to recovery if I hadn't been so stupid.

In my own world of engines and CV joints, I'd grown used to being competent. If Adam had been a car, I'd have known what to do. But in Aspen Creek, I'd always been not quite good enough-some things, it seemed, hadn't changed.