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numbers of all his members on file for situations just like these, and no pack member was permitted to own a credit card unless it was the pack alpha himself.

With how poor most werewolf packs were, it was too easy to land deep into debt, and werewolves couldn’t have humans calling them night and day or digging around their personal information because payments were late or never made.

James was never stingy on what he gave to members that needed money, and had one time even secretly put five thousand into the account of one of his omegas, and that was when the omega had been trying to run away from the pack. It wasn’t until recently that the pack had come into even more money when a former hunter mated with one of the omega wolves, and to make amends, was currently pouring a lot of his fortune into repairing the cabins or building new ones.

“There’s a grand in your account now. That should be more than enough for you to get a safe room to stay in and food to eat until we pick you up.”

A grand. James must’ve heard John’s stomach growling through the phone line. After several hours of running, he was starving again.

An alpha wolf and a fully grown cougar shifter with a couple hundred dollars to spend in food would be more than well off for four hours.

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“Thank you, sir,” John said.

“I’m heading out the door now. I’ll meet you at the motel. Try not to have too many delivery guys coming to your room. That’ll look suspicious to any hunters on your tail.”

“Yes, sir.”

John hung up the phone, and the first thing he did before running back to Storm was go into the McDonald’s and order at least half the menu.

He would get the rest of what he wanted delivered. That way he wouldn’t bring suspicion onto his motel room with only one delivery guy instead of five.

“Storm, look, I’ve got food for us,” John said, placing the warm, delicious smelling bags onto the dry patch of grass he found, and letting their scent wake Storm from the exhausted sleep he’d fallen into.

The cougar groaned and opened its one eye, shifting a little to see what exactly it was that John had brought.

John unwrapped a double pounder with bacon and cheese and put it to Storm’s mouth. “Eat this before shifting,” he said. His mate would need the energy before he could even attempt to make a shift.

Storm ate, and then John uncapped a water bottle and poured it into that large mouth. Someone had once told him that soda would only dehydrate the body more. He wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but considering their situation, he hadn’t wanted to risk it, so he’d bought at least ten water bottles.

Storm finished the bottle, another burger, and then drank another whole bottle before he was feeling well enough to shift into his human form. “You should eat, too,” he said, still sounding weak, but at least he had some of his strength back.

“I will, but you need to get dressed first. James put some money in my account, so we’re going to have a real bed until he gets here.”

John had never seen such a relieved look on Storm’s face before, especially concerning the coming of John’s pack. “Thank God. When 94

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will they all get here?”

“Little less than four hours if there’s no traffic. We just have to lie low until then.”

Storm put on his T-shirt, and with another burger in his mouth, he was also putting on his pants.

When he was fully dressed and the third burger gone, he smiled at John. “I can do that. Let’s go.”

* * * *

Tatum had been right. This was better. This was so much better.

They could hunt down those shifters and kill them without any problems at all like this.

Robert had never felt so much wild energy running through his body in all his life. Every scent and sound from what felt like several miles in each direction came at him, and he knew what they all represented as well.

He spotted a hummingbird fluttering around in the trees, and he could make out the individual colors on its wings and count the feathers as well.

The one thing he couldn’t do, which he thought was an ability all werewolves had, was speak to Tatum telepathically. No matter how hard he thought or tried to project what he wanted to the other wolf, no response came to him.

That was a good piece of information to have. Not all werewolves could communicate in their wolf forms. Did that mean that the two shifters they hunted were vulnerable like this as well?

A twig snapped in the distance, and Robert spotted a rabbit darting through the trees. His first instinct was to chase it, but Tatum’s teeth came crashing down quickly over his scruff, stopping him in his tracks.

Tatum was most definitely the more powerful wolf between the two of them.

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Tatum shook him a little, letting Robert know that he wouldn’t tolerate his running off to catch small game.

When he was sure that Robert wouldn’t rush off after a squirrel, Tatum shifted back into a naked male. He got down on one knee in front of him, holding his face in both hands and looking him in the eyes.

“Now you listen to me, you’re still a little wild from your first transformation, but I know you can understand me. You don’t go running after little things like that. Stick with me and we’ll find those shifters. You’ll get your revenge, and we’ll both turn a profit, but you need to learn some self-control and real quick now, because as far as other hunters are concerned, we’re the enemy. You learn some goddamn self-control and fast because if I think for one second you will give me away to

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