Book 1 - Page 40 (1/2)

Samuel settled back with a small, smug smile.

”What?” I asked.

”You noticed something,” Adam said. ”A scent or something at my house that makes you think someone from my pack is involved. Instincts.” He sounded grim. ”I thought it was odd that they came so soon after my wolves left.”

I shook my head. ”Look, I don't know anything.”

”We're not going to kill anyone,” said Samuel. ”Not on the basis of your instincts, anyway-but what's the harm in being careful? Call your friend back. We'll see to his information tomorrow, when Adam has enough control to be on his own.”

”No,” said Adam.

”d.a.m.ned if I will.” It felt odd not to be arguing with Adam. ”The faster we find Jesse, the better.”

”I can't be in two places at once,” Samuel said. ”And I won't allow you to go out on your own and talk to who knows what kind of fae.”

”We need to find Jesse,” I said.

”My daughter comes first.”

Samuel twisted around to look at Adam. ”You have a dominant wolf in your pack that you trust? Someone not in line to be pack leader?”

”Warren.” Adam and I said his name in the same instant.

Warren was my favorite of Adam's pack, and the only wolf whose company I sought out. I met him shortly after I moved to the Tri-Cities, before I even knew there was a pack in town.

I hadn't met a werewolf since I'd left Montana, and I certainly hadn't expected to meet one working the night s.h.i.+ft at the local Stop and Rob. He'd given me a wary look, but there were other people in the store, so he accepted my payment without a word. I accepted my change with a nod and a smile.

After that we'd mostly ignored each other, until the night a woman with a fresh s.h.i.+ner came into the store to pay for the gas her husband was pumping. She gave Warren the money, then took a firmer grip on the hand of the boy at her side, and asked Warren if he had a back door she could use.

He smiled gently at her and shepherded the two frightened people into a small office I'd never noticed before at the back of the store. He left me to watch the till and went out and had a short talk with the man at the pump. When he came back, he had two hundred dollars cash for her, and her husband drove away with a speed indicating either terror or rage.