" We can take my van,” I offered.
“Thank you,” said Adam, “but you are staying here.”
I raised my chin, and he patted my cheek—the patronizing bastard. He laughed at my expression, not like he was making fun of me, but like he was really enjoying something . . . me.
“You are not expendable, Mercedes—and you are not up to facing a pack war.” By the time he’d finished speaking the smile had left his face, and he was watching the people in the room.
“Listen, buddy,” I said. “I killed two werewolves—that makes my kill sheet as high as yours this week—and I didn’t do so badly getting that address from the vampires, either.”
“You got the address from the vampires?” said Adam, in a dangerously soft voice. "

― Patricia Briggs , Moon Called (Mercy Thompson, #1)