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

part where Everett had called him Colby. That was a pet name the other man had used on him whenever they were in bed together. Cole never expected to hear anyone calling him that ever again.

Lover. The first time Cole had woken up and noticed he was alone and with Everett, the other man had called him “lover.” He’d assumed, at the time, that maybe Everett had only said it to be a jerk and to make fun of what they used to have together.

Cole was severely starting to doubt that such was the case.

“They would’ve killed you if I hadn’t taken you,” Everett said. His voice was so quiet, but with Cole’s new werewolf hearing, he had no trouble making out the words.

“Hunters tend to want to do that,” Cole said. “I didn’t even know you were a hunter.”

“I wasn’t until several months ago,” Everett said.

“What?” Cole tried to remember where he could possibly have been when Everett decided to throw in the towel on his sanity and go chasing after paranormal creatures. They had broken up, and it had been at least seven weeks later when Deacon, that crazed prick, had broken into his house and attacked him.

Deacon was the former leading alpha of a bit of land near Brampton, and a sick fuck he was, too. After he’d been defeated by James DeWitt and his pack, the werewolf had lost everything and decided he was going to try and get it all back. The only way to do that, however, was to create a new pack.

Deacon’s pack had all either abandoned him or been killed, so Deacon went about searching for people he thought would make good followers. He picked the homeless ones, the ones with no family, people who were financially ruined or depressed.

Cole fell into the category of no family, and after Everett had broken things off with him, no lover or friends either.

Cole had always preferred to keep his circle of friends small, but in this case, it had been too small. Deacon attacked him one night, biting him and forcing him to become a werewolf before dragging him off into the night.

Cole had followed the other man for maybe a week before he was able to get control of himself and realize what an insane asshole Deacon really was.

He’d left, and he’d successfully managed to take many of the omegas and even one more wild alpha with him.

That hadn’t stopped Deacon from attempting to attack the DeWitt pack anyway. He would later die to get his revenge, and Cole was left with nearly wild werewolves to take care of. Some of them had learned control, but they were slowing starving to death. No one had any money, and with almost everyone unable to control their transformations, they couldn’t go back into the real world either.

So Cole and the other alpha had searched for Deacon, not knowing he was dead. They’d found James and his pack instead, and the man had graciously taken them all in.

Cole loved those people like they were his real family, and he didn’t want them to get hurt.

That wasn’t exactly a long time ago, but still long enough for the two of them to have been together when Everett decided to become a hunter.

Maybe. Or maybe he’d done it after Cole had vanished?

“Was that why you broke it off? You wanted to become a werewolf hunter and didn’t want anyone to hold you back?” Cole asked.

Everett had his back to him now. Someone really should teach him that doing that around a werewolf, even a bound one, wasn’t a good idea. “No, that wasn’t why I became a hunter.”

There was only one other reason that made sense, but it was too surreal. They had been broken up! Why would Everett care enough about Cole to want to go on a revenge mission like that?

Okay. “What about your new career? Being a hunter? Was it because of me? Because I’d disappeared?” Cole asked carefully.

Everett looked over his shoulder at him. He bit his lips together and then nodded. “Yeah. That was it.”

Cole exhaled deeply as his heart made these strange little thumps in his chest that made it difficult to focus. “Jesus Christ.”

Chapter Two

Everett clenched his neck in frustration. “We lived down the street from each other. I found out by the next day what had happened. It’s hard not to notice when ten police cars are parked outside your boyfriend’s house.”

Cole had never found out what had happened in town after he vanished. He didn’t know what the official story was. “Ex-boyfriend. You broke things off, and what did the police say happened? Because clearly I’m not dead.”

He was surprised when Everett managed to crack a smile. “Yeah, I see that.” He sighed and actually managed to look at Cole full on. “They said it was an animal attack. A bear or something huge. I didn’t get to see it personally, but I stuck around long enough to hear some of the forensics people talking about all the blood that had been left behind in your bedroom.”

Cole had a flash of memory from that night. Of himself fighting for his life against a giant furred creature. He couldn’t even see what it was at the time because everything had been dark in his bedroom. He’d been awoken to what had looked and sounded like a monster grabbing his leg into its teeth. His entire room had been trashed as he fought to be free.

“I didn’t see inside your room, but the police couldn’t block off the heavy trail of blood that led from out of your window and into the bushes.”

Cole had been bitten several times, his body dragged back out the window, the glass cutting into him even more. He remembered screaming for help, but his voice had deserted him. The last thing he recalled seeing before the shrubs and trees cut off the outside world was the glowing light coming from Everett’s kitchen down the road.

“No