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kill him.

He would not let that happen. He was getting into that house and

getting that medicine if it was the last thing Derek ever did.

Derek straightened and shot off again, thoughts of Mason  renewing his strength. He came to an abrupt halt, though, when the  loud shot and fast zoom of a bullet buzzed by directly in front of his  face.

Derek’s heart pounded as he brought his hands up to make sure his nose was where it was supposed to be.

It was attached securely, not hanging off by a thread of flesh, and there was no warm, wet blood on his face either. The bullet had

missed. It had sounded so close.

He kept right on going before he could find out if that bullet had been a stray or if someone saw him and was aiming for him right

now.

Derek didn’t think he’d ever run so fast in his life, and soon he

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was right across from the main house. All he had to do was leave the  safety of the trees and rush out past the two cottages between him and  James’s cabin, and he would be there. He might even be able to sneak  in through the back door.

A hairy body slamming in front of him, knocking back one of the  trees Derek was hiding behind, had him screaming and leaping back  before he could get crushed.

The pine was thin but tall, and the fact that the body of one of  these werewolves simply falling back into it was enough to make it  come crashing down was just insane. The base of the pine snapped,  and the crack that pierced the air was like the banging of thunder.

The wolf picked himself up just fine, however, and leapt back  onto his paws, his―her?―hind hair up in a show of dominance and  anger, before those amazing claws dug into the earth and the wolf  launched itself at the hunter who’d come after it with a rifle.

Derek felt no need to jump in and help. He never said he was the honorable sort, and right now, his only loyalty was to the man he loved.

Using the giant wolf in front of him as a distraction, Derek was able to easily maneuver between the cabins, all of which had shotgun holes punched into the walls, and get to the main cabin.

He grabbed the side door and tried to turn the handle. It wouldn’t budge. It was locked. Fucking perfect.

Derek ran to the back. There seemed to be no fighting at all going on back here. It was almost as though the hunters and werewolves had decided to stick it out in the group that they were in once Derek had blown the cover of the hunters.

They were going to have one more reason to come after him for that one, he figured.

He grabbed  the handle for the door, and it wouldn’t budge either.  He pounded his fist into the door, but that didn’t do anything except make a loud, and painful, popping sound in his knuckles that hurt like a motherfucker.

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The door was new, it seemed. It felt strong  when he busted his hand against it, and there wasn’t a window he could break to unlock the door and get inside either.

Running to the front would be suicide, even if that door did magically turn out to be unlocked, which he doubted.

The omegas who were unable to fight, elderly, and children were all locked into the relative safety of their homes. That included the wise woman, it seemed.

Derek needed that disinfectant and that medicine.

There was no window on the door he could bust open, but there

was a pretty big window that led into the kitchen that he could climb  through if he found something to break it with―

Bingo. Potted plant.

It was heavy. The pot was a red-brown ceramic, not one of those  plastic cheap things, not to mention the weight of the earth and plant  inside the thing.

Derek hurled it at the window. The glass shattered in a satisfying  symphony of sparkling glass.

He was already running around bare chested in his boxers, so  there was no way he could climb inside without slicing himself open  on the shards of glass that hadn’t neatly broken free from the frame.

There was a shoe matt just in front of the back door. He picked it  up. The bottom was a rubbery plastic, and the top had that thick,  rough carpet-like material that usually came on things like these.

It would have to be enough.

He used it to punch out whatever big bits of glass where left over,  and then folded the matt over the sill of the broken window before

climbing inside.

He didn’t do too badly at all, and with his weight pressing down

onto the matt, the glass that cut through only managed to get his  hands and legs just a little. Enough to cut and bleed, but not enough  that he was overly worried about it, and he would be able to walk out  the door when he left instead of going through the window again.

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He was careful to avoid the rest of the glass shards that had broken and flown inside, along with the now-busted potted plant, as he hurried down the hall. He’d never been inside this cabin before.

James had always come to see him, so he didn’t know where the medical supplies were kept.

He was assuming that most of them would be kept inside a first aid kit in one of the bathrooms in this place, but he didn’t know where the bathrooms were either, and he found himself opening doors at random just to see where they led.

Garage, sitting room, bedroom, bed―

“Ahhgg!” Derek screamed when he opened the door to another room just to have acid sprayed into his eyes.

It burned! Fucking Christ, it burned like hell! He was blind!

Derek fell to the floor and curled up onto his back, clutching at his eyes and screaming his pain, hardly caring if his attacker got him again or kicked him when he

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