Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION

thought more kindly of him. I would have left him a letter or called him after I reached my mother’s house. Perhaps I’d even have gathered the courage to talk to him if I hadn’t been so hurt and angry.
    I refused to examine how Bran’s words changed my feelings about Samuel now. It wouldn’t matter anyway. I was going home tomorrow.
    â€œThere were also some things I didn’t know to tell you.” Bran smiled, but it wasn’t a happy smile. “I sometimes believe my own press, you know. I forget that I don’t know everything. Two months after you left, Samuel disappeared.”
    â€œHe was angry at your interference?”
    Bran shook his head. “At first, maybe. But we talked that out the day you left. He would have been more angry if he hadn’t felt guilty about taking advantage of a child’s need.” He reached out and patted my hand. “He knew what he was doing, and he knew what you would have felt about it, whatever he tells himself or you. Don’t make him out to be the victim.”
    Not a problem. “I won’t. So if he wasn’t angry with you, why did he leave?”
    â€œI know you understand most of what we are because you were raised among us,” Bran told me slowly. “But sometimes even I miss the larger implications. Samuel saw in you the answer to his pain, and not the answer to his heart. But that wasn’t all Samuel felt for you—I doubt he knew it himself.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” I asked.
    â€œHe pined when you left,” Bran said, the old-fashioned wording sounding odd coming from the young man he looked to be. “He lost weight, he couldn’t sleep. After the first month he spent most of his time as a wolf.”
    â€œWhat do you think was wrong with him?” I asked carefully.
    â€œHe was grieving over his lost mate,” said Bran. “Werewolves aren’t that different from our wild cousins in some respects. It took me too long to figure it out, though. Before I did, he left us without a word. For two years, I waited for the newspapers to report his body discovered in the river like Bryan’s had been. Charles tracked Samuel down when he finally started to use the money in his bank account. He’d bought some papers and gone back to college.” Samuel had been through college at least once before that I knew of, for medicine. “He became a medical doctor again, set up a clinic in Texas for a while, then came back to us about two years ago.”
    â€œHe didn’t love me,” I said. “Not as a man loves a woman.”
    â€œNo,” agreed Bran. “But he had chosen you as his mate.” He stood up abruptly and put on his coat. “Don’t worry about it now. I just thought you ought to know. Sleep in tomorrow.”

chapter 7
    I ventured out to the gas station the next morning in my borrowed coat and bought a breakfast burrito. It was hot, if not tasty, and I was hungry enough to eat almost anything.
    The young man working the till looked as though he’d have liked to ask questions, but I cowed him with my stare. People around here know better than to get into staring contests. I wasn’t a were-anything, but he didn’t know that because he wasn’t either. It wasn’t nice to intimidate him, but I wasn’t feeling very nice.
    I needed to do something, anything , and I was stuck waiting here all morning. Waiting meant worrying about what Jesse was suffering at the hands of her captors and thinking of Mac and wondering what I could have done to prevent his death. It meant reliving the old humiliation of having Bran tell me the man I loved was using me. I wanted to be out of Aspen Creek, where the memories of being sixteen and alone tried to cling no matter how hard I flinched away; but obedience to Bran was too ingrained—especially when his orders made sense. I didn’t have to be nice about it, though.
    I’d started back to the motel, my breath raising a fog and the snow crunching beneath my shoes, when someone called out my name.
    â€œMercy!”
    I looked across the highway where a green truck had pulled over—evidently at the sight of me, but the driver didn’t look familiar. The bright morning sun glittering on the snow made it hard to pick out details, so I shaded my eyes with my hand and veered toward him for a better look.
    As soon as I changed directions, the driver turned off the