Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION

control, he wouldn’t be doing that.
    â€œMac,” I said, strolling past him and over to the far side of the garage, where we’d been sitting.
    He growled at me.
    â€œStop that,” I said sharply, doing my best to keep the fear out of my voice. “Control yourself and come over here. There are some things you should know before Adam gets here.”
    I’d been avoiding a dominance contest, because my instincts told me that Mac was a natural leader, a dominant who might very well eventually become an Alpha in his own right—and I was a woman.
    Women’s liberation hadn’t made much headway in theworld of werewolves. A mated female took her pack position from her mate, but unmated females were always lower than males unless the male was unusually submissive. This little fact had caused me no end of grief, growing up, as I did, in the middle of a werewolf pack. But without someone more dominant than he, Mac wouldn’t be able to take control of his wolf yet. Adam wasn’t there, so it was up to me.
    I stared at him in my best imitation of my foster father and raised an eyebrow. “Mac, for Heaven’s sake, leave that poor dead man alone and come over here.”
    He came slowly to his feet, menace clinging to him. Then he shook his head and rubbed his face, swaying a little.
    â€œThat helped,” he said. “Can you do it again?”
    I tried my best. “Mac. Get over here right now.”
    He staggered a little drunkenly over to me and sat at my feet.
    â€œWhen Adam comes,” I told him firmly, “whatever you do, don’t look him in the eyes for longer than a second or two. Some of this should be instinct, I hope. It isn’t necessary to cower—remember that you’ve done no wrong at all. Let me talk. What we want is for Adam to take you home with him.”
    â€œI’m fine on my own,” Mac objected, sounding almost like himself, but he kept his head turned toward the body.
    â€œNo, you’re not,” I said firmly. “If there wasn’t a pack, you might survive. But if you run into one of Adam’s wolves without being made known to the pack, they’ll probably kill you. Also, the full moon is coming soon. Adam can help you get control of your beast before then.”
    â€œI can control the monster?” asked Mac, stilling.
    â€œAbsolutely,” I told him. “And it’s not a monster—any more than a killer whale is a monster. Werewolves are hot-tempered and aggressive, but they aren’t evil.” I thought about the one who had sold him and corrected myself. “At least not any more evil than any other person.”
    â€œI don’t even remember what the beast does,” Mac said. “How can I control it?”
    â€œIt’s harder the first few times,” I told him. “A good Alpha can get you through that. Once you have control, then you can go back to your old life if you want. You have to be a little careful; even in human form you’re going to have to deal with having a shorter temper and a lot more strength than you’re used to. Adam can teach you.”
    â€œI can’t ever go back,” he whispered.
    â€œGet control first,” I told him. “There are people who can help you with the rest. Don’t give up.”
    â€œYou’re not like me.”
    â€œNope,” I agreed. “I’m a walker: it’s different from what you are. I was born this way.”
    â€œI’ve never heard of a walker. Is that some sort of fae?”
    â€œClose enough,” I said. “I don’t get a lot of the neat things that you werewolves have. No super strength. No super healing. No pack.”
    â€œNo chance you might eat your friends,” he suggested. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to be funny, or if he was serious.
    â€œThere are some benefits,” I agreed.
    â€œHow did you find out so much about werewolves?”
    I opened my mouth to give him the short version, but decided the whole story might better serve to distract him from the dead body.
    â€œMy mother was a rodeo groupie,” I began, sitting down beside him. “She liked cowboys, any cowboy. She liked a Blackfoot bull-rider named Joe Old Coyote from Browning, Montana, enough to get pregnant with me. She told me that he claimed to come from a long line of medicine men, but at the time she thought he was just trying to impress her. He died in a car