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Three men, all of whom were huge like the last two had been and wearing frayed denim and  dirty cotton T-shirts. The one in the middle, by far the cleanest, with a soldier-like buzz cut for hair, was the one to speak, and he looked into Chris’s eyes with an unnerving interest, and he knew that all three of these men were werewolves.

“What have  we here? Little Stewie was right. You are something to

see.”

Shit. Chris turned tail and immediately ran. A hyena-like laugh followed behind him before he ran smack into the hard chest of one of

his pursuers. He fell backward, landing hard on his back, and the wind

was knocked clear out of him.

They were fast. He hadn’t even seen that one get in front of him.

He didn’t even have the chance to suck in a breath before one of

them was sitting on his chest, and now he really couldn’t breathe. He  tried to push the man off of him, but his arms were grabbed and  pushed down into the dead leaves and dirt by one of the other men.

“Let’s see those pretty little eyes of yours,” said the man on top of  him, and Chris got an up close look at the filthy, blunt fingertips as they came down on him and pried his eyelids apart. For a hair of a  second, Chris was able to forget about the fact that he couldn’t  breathe, as he was too focused on being grossed out by the man’s  brown fingernails.

“He doesn’t look so good,” one of them  said. “He looks like he’s  turning blue.”

“He’s fine,” said the man squishing down on Chris’s chest. “Look  at those eyes. That’s a pretty shade of blue right there if you want to  see some real blue.”

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“No, really, look at him. I don’t think he can breathe.”

“He’s right,” said the first man, the one with the buzz cut and

authoritative voice. “Get off of him.”

Thankfully, the command was obeyed, and Chris was able to roll onto his side and cough a couple of times. It took a minute for his lungs to start expanding and contracting again, but when they did, he screamed as loud as he could.

It wasn’t that loud at all, unfortunately.  “Help!”

“Christ, someone shut him up. We’re not that far away from the other pack,” Buzz Cut said, and that dirty hand was suddenly pressing down on his mouth, squeezing his jaw.

Chris bucked and kicked, trying to get the other man off of him.

The guy only moaned a little. “Keep doing that, precious. Feels nice.”

Chris abruptly stopped.

“So he’s good luck, eh?”

“Supposed to be for whoever takes him.”

“I’ve got him first, so I get to fuck him first.”

“Correction,” said Buzz Cut, “I do. You will wash your filthy body before you even think about putting your cock into any of his orifices.”

Chris fought against the urge to cry like some helpless girl. What the hell was wrong with him? He and Dean were never that close to begin with, so why did he have to go looking for him? Why did Chris have to come to the one town in the whole world where everyone wanted to gang-rape him?

The blade of a knife was suddenly pressed under his right eye, and  Chris went blind with panic.

“Get that away from his eyes!” Buzz Cut snapped.

“But the eyes are what’s lucky,” said the other man, the one not holding his filthy hands over Chris’s mouth. “I know how we can pickle them. We can keep them with us all the time.”

The man on top of him made a disgusted sound. “I don’t think

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he’ll look as pretty with no eyes.”

“Indeed,” said Buzz Cut. “Leave them where they are. You might

destroy any luck they have if you remove them from the host.”

Thank God the blade of the knife was pulled away from Chris’s

eyes.

Not so great was when the man on top of him started fumbling

with Chris’s belt.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Not again…

Something hard whacked into the back of the guy’s head, and he squawked indignantly at Buzz Cut. The stronger man only glared down at him. “I said I was going first.”

“But I caught him!” the other man complained.

Buzz Cut glared down at him, and Chris could’ve sworn he’d heard the other man whine like a kicked dog.

Corey and Tristan had explained this to him. They said that even though there was always more than one alpha in a pack, there was always one alpha to lead the others, and he was the one who had to frequently put the others in their place, otherwise risk losing control.

James DeWitt was the leading alpha of Eli’s pack, and it looked like Buzz Cut here was the one in charge of these two.

“You can carry him back to our camp,” Buzz said. “That’s as much as you will handle him until I say so. You don’t even like men anyway.”

“No,” the man agreed. “But this is different. He’s different.”

Chris squirmed as the guy’s meaty hands began caressing him again. Buzz punched the guy upside the head again, making him cry out and stop.

“Keep your filthy―”

A gray blur smashed into Buzz’s side, cutting off whatever it was he was about to say. As one, the two other men ran after him, trying to help him.

Chris got up and saw the way the huge wolf was tearing into  Buzz’s neck and shoulders until blood spurted like water from a

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broken pipe.

It was the same wolf from before, when Chris had been attacked

the first time. It was Eli.

“Look out!” he yelled as the two other men transformed. The one  changed so quickly that his clothes were shredded in the process. The  other actually took the time to remove his shirt and pants before  getting down on his hands and knees. For some reason, the change  seemed to come onto him much slower, and Chris could practically  watch the tough hair growing from out of his pores as his muscles

grew.

Buzz was done for. Chris didn’t think he was getting up again,  and Eli turned just as