"The other werewolves are also leaving today." Adam said, thinking that perhaps they should wait a little longer.
"Caricature took a SPIN to take them. But he made sure you got home first."
"So it wasn't a delusion, Caricature is really here."
"Kate's here too."
"Why does he want me to go home first? Is there something waiting for me there?"
"Not that I know of. Caricatura said it's for you to rest. He said you need to live with your memories, and not let them dominate your mood." Mycon stopped talking and cracked a wide smile. "Caricature is talking just like Kate." Mycon said, looking at Alfa through the rearview mirror and rolled his eyes. "Oh, I remember. Kate said she was going to spend some time there until you recovered. And pretend you didn't notice that it looks like she ate a whole small watermelon." Mycon said, and smiled amusedly at his conclusion.
"It's not a good time to have Kate's company."
"It's not a good time for Alpha to be away from the people who really love him."
Adam met Mycon's eyes through the rearview mirror.
"Do you love me?" He asked, frowning.
"Of course I love you, boss. But I'm not going to get down on all fours while you insert your penis into me. It's not that kind of love."
Adam smiled.
"Kate needs to take care of this child she's carrying in her womb. I can't guarantee her safety. She shouldn't stay in my house."
"As I understand it, it was your mother's plea. She didn't want you to be alone in that huge house."
"I'm never alone in my house. You invade my privacy all the time, and besides... Judith lives there."
"Judite? I've never seen her beyond the kitchen."
Adam became thoughtful.
"Why were Anna's father's men at my door, and not my men?
"Because they're working, and they obeyed a direct order from your father-in-law. He himself wanted to guarantee your safety. And he said that this was the only way he could be sure that you would be safe and alive for the day he came back to kill you."
Adam smiled a second time that day, which was sadly rare, as he remembered Henry. In fact, when he saw him enter his room, he thought he had come to try to kill him. But instead, he sat down and talked to him. He talked about how he was going to do everything he could to make sure that he was as close as possible to his son, and that he himself would take Ian on every vacation to be together. Adam felt at that moment that he still had a purpose. And his way of life should be more secure until Ian was old enough to take his place.
On that day, he would retire. But he would have to work hard to make Nevada no longer a feared place. He would do things differently now. He wouldn't show everyone that they were mobsters. He would start training his werewolves and his men to be discreet about everything to do with the magic business and the fact that they were werewolves. They would all walk around in disguise. No one else would recognize them, because they always carried their rifles. But now, they would walk around with guns hidden in their clothes, so that if need be, everyone and everything would feel safer. They should also follow a profession. Adam understood that there was too much potential in werewolves, creatures with intelligence and strength superior to humans, for them to spend their lives as mere bodyguards. It was the world that Adam needed to conquer, to leave to his son. He had no doubt that it was Ian's wish to live there and be a mob boss and leader of the wolves. And he would be. Little by little, the countries under his command would get used to the new rules and do things the right way automatically. While Adam was thinking these things, he remembered something he had missed until that moment.
"Have you heard from Adonis?"
"He gave orders for us to cease fire and go and collect our wounded. He took you and Alexander to the hospital and stayed there until we arrived and the doctor said you were out of danger. After that, I never saw him again. I had to accompany the nurses with the stretchers to the cars and when I got back, he had already gone. I don't think we'll ever see him again..."
"That traitorous wretch, does he think he can get away from me? Doesn't he know I'm in his mind? I'm going to kill Adonis. He wanted Anna in his bed. He proposed that she sleep with him, in payment for his help."
Mycon looked through the rearview mirror once more.
"You'll need to kill almost all the werewolves who live with you, boss. We've all talked about our fantasies and fetishes with Anna."
"I heard you talking."
"Why didn't you ever scold us?"
Adam smiled for the third time that day.
"Because you gave me ideas... and she liked creativity..."
Mycon thought.
"There must be some book of Alphas' law that forbids him from appropriating someone else's idea."
Adam remembered Adonis again.
"Adonis dared to save my life... I won't kill him until he meets his son. I could banish that bastard, but that would be worse. I've managed to stop the werewolves from becoming Sigmas, but only if I don't banish them from my life. Adonis was born to be part of a pack society. He starts with Dester... What about the other traitors?"
"I haven't seen them since. They must have fled. I think everything was already prepared for them to take refuge somewhere after Anna's escape."
"That's better." Adam said, deciding that he didn't need to put the werewolves at risk. He himself would hunt down and kill everyone involved in that war, and that included the vampires. He looked through the glass and saw that they had arrived at his house. One of his men opened the gate, and as soon as he got out of the car, Kate ran up to him and jumped on his neck, hugging him and cursing at the same time. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her crying. But he realized that Mycon hadn't exaggerated. She looked as if she had swallowed an entire watermelon.
"I thought you'd abandon me before you baptized your godson." Kate said and slapped him. "Don't you ever dare put yourself in front of a gunfight again, or I'll kill you myself." She threatened, and then took him by the hand, and led him into the dining room, where there was the typical Scottish dish, Scotch broth, prepared for him.