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didn’t know how this pack worked. For all he knew, Morgan’s pack was the kind that left their captured and injured behind.

It wasn’t something he could blame them for, considering that was how many werewolves escaped dangerous situations with their lives.  The enemy liked to wound instead of kill because that would always slow down the others, after all.

Terry had never been in a pack that had needed to do anything like that, but he’d spoken with other werewolves who had been. They had all been poor, tortured souls with blank, haunting stares. Unable to forget the things they’d seen, and unable to forgive themselves for running away.

The same way Terry had run away the moment he was able to.  That was why he was alive. He left the others behind and escaped before he could be skinned, too.

“I’m getting some of my wolves together now. A human and two  vampires also live here. We even have a dragon shifter, and they will  be offering their services.”

Terry looked out the window. It was still midday, but the sky was  gray. With the right kind of protection, he imagined a vampire would  be able to travel in that sort of weather. But still…

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“What can a human do to help you other than slow you down?”

“That human,” said a new voice in the back.

Terry turned toward the sound, just as another man with a grim expression, strong jaw, and high cheekbones―and were those purple eyes?―walked into Terry’s line of sight with only a slight limp.

He frowned at Terry. Terry didn’t scent any were in him, but if there had been, he would definitely be an alpha.

He crossed his arms, all serious as he finished his sentence. “That

human is a trained hunter. I know how they work, and I will track  them before they can touch Morgan with any kind of knife.”

Terry shrank away from the man when he mentioned he was a  hunter, and yet none of the other alphas in the room tried to jump him  and tear him from limb to limb.

Everything inside of him shifted, his wolf wanting out, wanting to run away, to attack, to go and find Morgan himself.

He swallowed all of that down, forcing his human mind to stay in control.

“Can you really find Morgan?”

The hunter nodded. “He’s smart. He won’t let them skin him.

He’ll have shifted to make things harder for them, and if what Nick told us about those snow mobiles is true―”

“It is,” Terry said quickly.

“Then they won’t have a comfortable way to travel with a naked  human. Not a way that they would trust without him attacking them,”  the man said, as though Terry hadn’t interrupted him. “They won’t  just vanish like ninjas or anything. They’ll have to stop and make  camp, betting that we won’t be coming for them.”

Hope swelled inside Terry’s chest like a balloon. He barely knew  his mate and didn’t want to lose the man before that could be

rectified. Or ever, for that matter. This hunter suddenly made Terry  feel a whole lot less antsy. He was eager now, eager to run and save  his mate.

“Good, because I’m going with you.”

104                         Marcy Jacks

Chapter Twelve

Morgan wasn’t really in a mood to deal with this pissant hunter.  By listening to the conversations around him, Morgan had learned the man’s name was Tatum.

The hunter Morgan had bitten had the most pissed off, crazed look, of any hunter Morgan had ever come across.

All things considered, he really couldn’t blame the guy.

Two of the other hunters had gone to set up a perimeter, and the other, the one wearing the eye patch, was off checking something with the snow mobiles. Maintenance, Morgan realized. To make sure they would work in a pinch in case they needed to get the hell out of  Dodge.

“Will I transform?” Tatum seethed, keeping his voice low and looking over his shoulder at where Storm worked for the third time.  He was terrified that one of his hunter friends would learn about what

happened and turn on him.

He was out here all alone with these other men. If they decided to  do just that, it wouldn’t be long before he went down, and they would  be injecting him with adrenaline shots to make him transform so they  could skin him, too.

He was a hunter. He would have seen some of the things these  men did to the creatures they hunted. He knew what was in store for  him if his secret was out.

Morgan was tempted to just start yelling it out, but then his chances for survival would go down to almost nothing. Tatum would stab him in the throat if it meant shutting him up.

He also considered telling him that he wouldn’t transform, that a

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single bite wasn’t enough to do anything. That way, when his first  transformation did happen, it would be against his will, he would go  wild, and he would hopefully be smack in the middle of a hunter  camp. Tatum could kill off a lot of hunters like that, and werewolves  everywhere would be so grateful to him.

It was such a good idea that he decided to go with it. “No. I didn’t  have time to release my venom.”

The idiot actually looked like he believed him. Hope was a strong  force like that. “Really?”

There wasn’t just hope on his face or in his voice. There was also  disbelief. Morgan had to lie. If he said that Tatum would transform,  then the man would go into hiding, running away from other hunters.  He was likely to do that where some other normal humans were  bound to be, and Morgan didn’t want this idiot killing regular people  because he was too stupid.

A lot of people became hunters because of attacks from wild  werewolves, after all.

Morgan turned away from him. He’d answered enough questions, and right now he just wanted to sleep.

Tatum suddenly became a tough guy again, taking out a serious-looking hunting knife and