Frost Burned

protect. They threatened those under his protection, and for that, they could only die. The world needed to remember that it was a bad idea to attack a werewolf pack.
    He picked up the phone again and dialed Hauptman Security.
    “Gutstein.” There were the sounds of a busy office behind him. It was very early in the morning, an odd time for busy.
    “Jim.” Adam closed his eyes.
    “Adam.
Sir.
Good to hear from you.” Behind him, the office noises ceased—and then someone cheered, followed by a whole lot of noise.
    Jim Gutstein covered the speaker of the phone, but his whistle still made Adam jerk the phone away from his ear until it was over. When he put the phone back to his ear, Jim’s voice was still muffled. “Can’t hear a word he’s saying. Shut up until we know what’s going on.”
    Silence fell, and Jim said, “Sorry, sir. Brooks told us what he knew, and we’ve been worried.”
    It took Adam a half a second to connect “Brooks” to Warren’s Kyle. He still wasn’t at the top of his game. He needed food—and he refused to consider all the meat that was nearby.
    “And shorthanded,” said a whiny voice over Jim’s line.
    “Tell Evan—” Adam started, grateful for the routine that helped keep him human.
    “There goes that promotion, Evan,” said Jim. It was an old joke, and everyone laughed. In the noise, Jim said, “Are you okay, sir?”
    “Never better,” Adam said wryly, “considering the scope of the SNAFU. However, I have this situation under control. I need you to find out who is in charge of security for Senator Campbell and tell him that a group from Cantrip, at least one person in the military, and a money man in the private sector have it in for the senator and tried to arrange an assassination.”
    “The word is that they already know,” Jim told him. “Mercy was pretty clear to the police.”
    “I’d rather know that they have that information for certain. You tell them that the people behind the attempt tried to blackmail me into doing it—and though that situation is under control, it is not certain that the senator is safe. I have taken a bite out of the Cantrip faction.” He smiled—with teeth. “The military gentleman was probably aimed more at us than him—and that might be true of the money man as well, but they are still in play. They had alternate plans if they couldn’t force me to act.” The kill list hadn’t been the only thing in their Ops room. Mostly just notes and scraps of paper, but he was good at connecting the dots. “Someone in their security team is prepared to assassinate him should I fail. I failed, and, hopefully, the money is gone, but I don’t know if he or she has any way to know that.”
    “I’ll find out who the senator’s security detail is and tell them. I know someone who can talk to the senator directly. That will make the feds send someone official to talk to you.”
    “Tell them I won’t talk officially.” Jim had been with him nearly fifteen years. “There are bodies I won’t claim, Jim, or lie about. My official story is that I woke up and the place they were holding us was on fire, so we escaped. Officially, I don’t know anything except that they seemed to want me to assassinate the senator.”
    “Is it on fire?”
    “Not yet,” said Adam. The witch could do a lot with a body, but she wouldn’t be able to erase the marks his claws had made in the tile or the doors he’d splintered. Fix the bodies and burn the house.
    The blood was drying on his skin, and it itched. The smell was making his hunger worse. Time to finish this talk.
    “Good,” Jim said. “I want you to know that we are behind you, you and your wolves. We’ve got your back. And right now I’ve got all sorts of our most expensive equipment keeping watch on Kyle Brooks’s house, and we have people following Mercy. We haven’t been able to locate Jesse. Brooks told us Jesse was safe.”
    “Yes. Good. I’ll stop in tomorrow, and we’ll call a meeting to discuss how we should proceed.”
    “Do you want us to tell your wife that you’re okay?” Jim asked.
    Adam looked down at the dark stains on his hands. “No. I’ll tell her when we’re really out of here.”
    “All right. We’ll keep her safe.”
    The pack had left the last kill finally and crowded into the previously adequately sized room as he hung up the phone.
    Honey, nearly as blood-splattered as he was because her fur held on to it better than his skin did, came forward