Frost Burned

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.
    Warren stayed, of course, because it was his home. Ben stayed because he wouldn’t go home when Adam told him to. Adam talked to him in private and then let him stay. I think it had something to do with the way Honey watched me when Adam wasn’t looking.
    Once everyone left who was leaving, the house felt like it heaved a sigh of relief; I know I did. Kyle ordered pizza for all who remained, and we were in the middle of eating it when the doorbell rang and a tired-looking Agent Armstrong came in.
    Jesse and Gabriel took charge of his sisters and hauled them out to the hot tub after determining that Kyle and Warren did indeed have swimming suits of all sizes. Kyle was a divorce attorney, and sometimes his clients and their children needed a safe place to go for a while. That was why his house was so big and why some of the rooms were Disney-themed and sized for people under ten years old.
    Honey was given the job of making sure nothing happened to them. I asked Jesse and Gabriel to make sure that Maia didn’t try to ride Honey the way she’d done with Sam. Wide-eyed at the idea, Jesse promised sincerely to do her best. She knew Honey as well as I did, and even on the best of days, Honey wouldn’t make a good horsey. Everyone else, Adam called to a meeting in the upstairs theater room. When Armstrong protested all the civilians, looking at Tony and Sylvia, Adam said, in a voice that could have frozen a volcano, “Their presence is nonnegotiable.”
    It wasn’t, I thought, so much that Tony and Sylvia’s participation was important to Adam, who knew neither one very well—it was that Armstrong had tried to take control of the meeting, and Adam, fresh from being held captive,