Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Marcy Jacks (best color ereader .txt) 📖

of Owen’s hand, producing another scream out of the man. Everett only just managed to sit up in time to watch as Cole’s clawlike hand came down and smashed against Owen’s face.

The screaming halted as the bones of his skull caved in. Everett wanted to be sick.

“Prick,” Cole muttered, shaking the blood and bone matter off of his hand as he stood up straight. Then he turned and looked at Everett.

Those golden eyes nearly paralyzed him with fear, but he had enough training to be able to snap himself out of it. Everett scrambled to his feet and backed away from Cole. He searched around for something he could use as a weapon, but Owen had all of his stuff, including the knife, and Cole was standing between Everett and every way he could possibly defend himself.

Fuck, he’d wanted to go out and find the man again, but while he was handcuffed and helpless hadn’t been how he wanted it done.

Cole took a step toward him, and with no other option available to him, Everett turned tail and ran in the other direction.

Cole’s werewolf speed was so lightning fast that he was right in front of Everett within seconds, despite how quickly he’d been going. Everett had been running so fast that he’d actually run into the man, knocking the wind out of himself as he fell backward onto the ground.

Cole said something, but Everett couldn’t hear a thing as he coughed and gagged for air.

Warm hands touched his face, and that animal fear came back to him.

Cole was staring down at him. His eyes were still golden, but his face was no longer that snarling mask of hatred. Once he bothered to take notice of it, he realized that Cole’s hands were no longer claws either. They were normal, human hands.

“Christ, Rhett, your face is bleeding.”

Was it? Oh, right, the knife slice across his nose. He reached up to touch it and found that not only did the slice across his nose sting like a bitch, but there was also a tiny cut just beneath his eye.

Owen must’ve gotten him there when he’d let the hunting knife touch down on his face.

The clinking of the shackle and chain that was still around Cole’s wrist was the next thing that Everett heard as Cole removed his shirt. He bundled it up, licked a spot, and started gently wiping away the blood on Everett’s face.

Everett watched him, his fear long gone by now. Was this actually happening? “Why did you come back?”

Cole’s eyes briefly flickered up to meet Everett’s before he went back to concentrating on his face. “I heard the gunshot.”

Oh, right. Owen had taken that cheap shot at Everett’s feet.

He recalled the way Cole’s hands had come down and killed the man as easily as though he were squashing a spider. Those same hands were being gentle with Everett. It was an odd contrast. “Why won’t you kill me?”

This time, Cole held Everett’s stare for just a little longer. His eye color had gone back to normal, but they were still wide and surprised. “Why would I kill you?”

“Because you’re a werewolf. You killed Owen,” he said.

“He was a hunter.”

“So am I.”

Cole grunted. A small frown marred his face. Finally he pulled his shirt away, apparently satisfied that Everett’s wounds had finished bleeding all over the place. He was still going to have to get some bandages from out of his pouch of first aid supplies.

“Well?” Everett prompted when Cole said nothing.

“Have you ever killed any shifters since becoming a hunter?” Cole asked.

Everett wasn’t too sure he liked the change in subject, mostly because he was ashamed of the answer, but he was truthful. “Not directly yet, no.”

“Yet?”

Everett clenched his jaw. “It’s to be expected that I would eventually. I joined the hunters for a reason, Colby.”

“Right, well, how did you feel about it? When you were involved in their murders?”

“What does this have to do with—”

“Everything. It has everything to do with it. How did you feel?”

Everett clenched his jaw. “I didn’t enjoy it, if that’s what you mean, but come on, Cole. They were shifters. They were evil.”

Cole wet his lips. That expression that spoke so much about how Cole wanted to punch him was back, but he kept his fists to himself. “I’m going to ignore that last part because I don’t want to get into that right now. Clearly you haven’t lost your soul to the hunters yet. Otherwise you wouldn’t have tried to save me, and you wouldn’t have felt any guilt about the shifter deaths either.”

“What are you getting at?” Everett had to get back to his feet. The cold and wetness from the damp earth was starting to seep into his clothes, and he didn’t like that. He didn’t want this conversation, period.

“You haven’t killed or tortured me, and I overheard you speaking with that hunter, so I know you were also telling the truth about becoming a hunter because of me. If you were really an evil hunter, you would’ve liked that all those other shifters had died, and you would’ve killed me the second you first saw me.”

“So what?” Everett snapped. He knew what Cole was getting at, and he was reminded of some of the last thoughts he’d had about the both of them when they’d been together. He tried not to blush.

“So, you saved me because you still want this from me.” Cole reached for him, putting his hands around the back of Everett’s head, pulled him forward, and kissed him.

Chapter Five

Cole pushed Everett back down onto the ground. It was wet and uncomfortable, but as he kissed the other man, Everett no longer seemed to notice.

Everett’s hands were still bound, so it was slightly awkward having them between their chests, but Cole instantly noticed the way Everett gripped his T-shirt, holding him close, as though preventing him from getting off of him. From leaving.

Cole had kissed him to…He didn’t know what he was hoping to achieve.