The room might have been finished, but it was not heated. Adam was a werewolf, which meant the colder the better for him - not so for me. Fully clothed, I sat down next to him to watch over him while he slept.
The quiet time didn't last.
The door between house and garage opened no more than twenty minutes after Adam dropped off. Warren called, "Sorry, boss. You're needed if you don't want Kyle to shoot the rest of the pack."
He didn't speak that loudly, but Adam's eyes opened up anyway. He smiled at me, and said, "Good to know. Tell Kyle to hold up, and I'll be right down."
Warren steadied the rope ladder when Adam tossed it out of the trapdoor. "We've put the pack downstairs in the big room to create some space apart from the Sandoval girls." The big room was the largest room in the house, and it had a pool table and a stairway leading to an outside door into the backyard. Kyle's house was bigger than ours, but not set up for groups of people quite this large.
"They wouldn't do anything on purpose," Warren said, as I climbed down the rope ladder behind Adam. "But we're all on edge."
"Silver-sick doesn't help," I said. "Tad can help with the silver."
"And then we'll send most of them to their own homes," said Adam. "Even if our enemy has teeth left, it will take them a while to regroup. For the short term, we should all be safe enough."
Warren grunted, and, with my feet safely down on the cement floor, I took a good look at him. Warren was my first friend in Adam's pack - he'd been my friend before he'd joined the pack.
"You look better than I expected you to," I said, and, to my surprise, he flushed.
"Food," he said with a shy smile.
Adam snorted. "Kyle."
"Well, yes," agreed Warren, then his eyes went cold as he tossed the rope ladder back up into the hole in the ceiling. "Mercy, next time you see our favorite bloodsucker, you tell him I owe him one."
"I'll tell him, but he did it for Kyle."
Warren nodded and hopped on top of the metal shelving that lined the wall so he could close the trapdoor properly.
There were no digs, humorous comments, or even sly looks when Adam, Tad, and I joined the pack in the great room in the basement. I took that as a sign of how bad everyone was feeling.
Some of the wolves were notable by their absence.
"Darryl and Auriele went to their home," Warren told us. He glanced at Adam. "They seemed mostly recovered from the silver, and he is supposed to participate in a conference call with some Chinese scientists on Sunday."
"All the most dominant wolves seem to be pretty well clean of silver," Tad said.
"He told us it's because you used your mate bond to pull the silver out of Adam, and through Adam, the pack," said Honey. She was sitting on the pool table with her legs crossed underneath her. She was pale, and her mouth was tight, but other than that she looked mostly like herself. "I didn't believe him until Kyle showed us the silver on the floor." She frowned at me. "What kind of freak are you?"
Any other time, I'd have said something cutting. I felt Adam stiffen beside me, and I put my hand on his arm to forestall whatever he wanted to say. Honey had never liked me much - and since I had forced the pack to take a new look at their hierarchy, particularly the way women's ranks were awarded, she'd liked me even less.
Honey was as dominant as Peter had been submissive, and a female wolf is supposed to take her rank from her mate. She wanted the role she'd been assigned as his mate rather than the one that should have been rightfully hers as a dominant wolf. She didn't want to be who she was; she wanted to be delicate and ladylike and feminine. She resented me for challenging that.
I wasn't afraid of her. She wasn't the type to take her dislike to the next level and try to kill me. Normally, I'd have given her as good as I got, but she'd just lost Peter. We all had just lost Peter.
"I am Adam's freak," I told her. "Get over it."
"Kelly," Adam said, ignoring Honey altogether. "Come here."
I didn't know Kelly well; I'm not sure anyone did. He was a big, quiet man who worked at a local yard and garden store. He usually had an air of vitality, but now half crept, half stumbled to Adam.
Warren grabbed a chair that another wolf vacated without being asked and set it down next to Tad. He pulled Kelly onto the chair and stepped behind him. He reached across the big man's chest and grabbed Kelly's opposite wrist and pulled it tight as he trapped Kelly's free arm, too.
"This might hurt," Tad said.
"Will hurt," I told Kelly. "But I survived it."
Kelly's eyes went gold, and he showed me his teeth. "Coyote."
There were still some wolves who resented having a coyote in the pack.
I smiled toothily back at him.
"Coyotes are tough," he said. Apparently he wasn't one of the coyote-haters. Good to know.
"So are wolves," I told him.
"And both of you talk too much," Tad said. "Brace yourself."
He didn't put his hand on Kelly's face - which was smart. Even in human form, werewolves have strong jaw muscles. He touched his forearm, just above where Warren held it. Tad's eyes drooped to half-mast, and his nostrils flared and power burst into being where there had been none a moment before.
The scent of fae magic seared my sinuses; Kelly roared, and his whole body arched off the chair. Adam dove to help hold him and so did Honey, who grabbed both of Kelly's legs in her arms.
Tad jerked back - and there was a popping noise when his hand came away from Kelly's arm.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said hoarsely. "I didn't mean for that to happen."
Kelly went limp.
"Did you get the silver out?" asked Adam, releasing his hold cautiously, but the werewolf didn't move.
Honey dropped Kelly's legs like they were hot and scooted away until she reached the pool table. Warren let go as well.
Tad showed him a scant handful of whitish gray powder.
Adam smiled. "Good. Kelly?"
The big man shook out his shoulders, took in a breath, and let it out. "I'm good." He glanced at me. "Thanks for the warning."
"No trouble," I said. "Mine took longer."
He leaned his head to the side without smiling. "Coyotes are tough. Good to know."
Tad drew the silver out of the wolves who needed it - including Ben. Kelly got the worst of it, as Tad's skill improved with practice. When Zee's son was finished, Adam sent most of the werewolves back to their own homes, where they could protect their families and rest. Honey stayed because he didn't want her too far away from him for a while. Werewolves can get volatile in extreme emotion and, as her Alpha, he could keep her from losing control. It was not uncommon for wolves who had lost their mates to have to be killed shortly thereafter. She had changed to her wolf but otherwise seemed okay.