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But then that deathlike grip on his insides released when he noted how Terry had skittered out of the way of the blast. Snow exploded up and around the area that was shot, but Terry had not been hit.

“Fucking wolf, hold still!” Tatum said, aiming and firing again.  Storm held a gun in his hands, a black Glock that Morgan suspected

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was loaded, but he just stood there, watching as Tatum took his shots.

Again, he missed as Terry leaped out of the way. Now, that other  hunter was running for his life, running and sobbing, waving his arms  around for help.

No, not help. Morgan realized. He was trying to warn Tatum.

Terry hadn’t come here by himself. He was acting as the  distraction.

Storm must have realized this because he ran to where Morgan was still tied to the tree and put a gun to his head just as James, Nick,  John, and even a few of the newer alphas to the pack jumped over the shrubs that had been hiding them, claws out, jaws open, and anger in every pair of golden eyes.

Tatum didn’t turn around until it was too late, and the rifle was

knocked out of his hands with one last blast that clipped a black  walnut tree, sending splinters of bark and wood flying all over the  place.

He screamed as John locked his teeth around his arm, but he was

quick to pull out that hunting knife of his and stab the young alpha

with it before John could take his whole arm off.

He cried out and flew off the man. The other alphas abandoned their prey and came forward to make sure John was okay, giving  Tatum enough time to grab his rifle, the bag of weapons he’d had with him, and run to the snow mobile he had waiting for him.

Any one of the other wolves could have picked him off. It wouldn’t have been hard with the clumsy, panicked way he ran. He was practically tripping over his own feet.

No, it seemed that after John had been seen to, everyone looked up and noticed that Storm had a gun to Morgan’s temple. Now there was only one man here they really wanted to kill.

Chance saw that his leader was getting ready to abandon them, and he screamed as he attempted to force his body to obey and run faster. “Wait!”

He’d almost made it. Morgan was even starting to inwardly cheer

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for the kid. He always did enjoy the underdog.

Tatum had the engine started and sped away just as the bloodied  kid reached out to touch the snow mobile, leaving a streak of blood  from where his hands had made contact.

He fell to his knees and screamed after his former leader, then

broke down sobbing in the snow.

Some of the other alphas surrounded him, a few even cocking  their heads as they watched him. Likely they were wondering whether  or not to just put him out of his misery or leave him alone considering  how pathetic he looked.

Hell, it was so pathetic that even with a gun to his head, Morgan  still saw all the details.

James shifted onto two legs. With how scarred his face was, it was difficult for him to look anything other than threatening, but he held his hands palm out, kept his distance, and spoke in a soft tone.

“You don’t want to do that, son.”

Terry trotted over, widely circling around the crying figure in the snow, and then he spotted Morgan, as well as the weapon pointed at him.

He whined and tried to charge forth, but Nick quickly stepped in and grabbed him by the scruff, forcing him down on his belly.

Good man. The last thing Morgan wanted was for Terry to get himself shot. Why the hell had James even allowed an omega to come to a battle anyway? Granted, it had been a short battle, but still…

He stared at his pack leader, knowing the man was hearing his thoughts because he was projecting them so loudly.

James’s lips thinned, but he kept his eyes firmly focused on  Storm. “If you kill him, then you’ll have lost all your leverage. What will you do after that?”

Terry growled at Storm, but Nick held him in place. John shifted on two feet and went to stand beside James. There was a strange sort of horror on his expression that Morgan had never seen before.

Morgan read the situation as best as he could. Storm wasn’t going

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to kill him, not after he let Nick and Terry go. He was just keeping  James and the others from ripping him to pieces. For now.

“What did you do with the other hunter?” Storm demanded. “The  one that didn’t come back.”

“He’s dead,” John said.

James glared at the younger alpha. He didn’t like being answered for, and if that had been the wrong answer to give, then he could only make things worse.

Storm’s expression dropped, and so did the gun. “You killed him?”

“Don’t do anything stupid, now,” James said, his scarred  expression becoming all the more severe as he glared at Storm.

The gun was quickly lifted back to Morgan’s head when the  alphas stepped forward.

As one, they backed away again when the danger to Morgan’s life  was back.

“Don’t kill him,” John begged. He seemed the most fearful for  Morgan’s life.

That was funny. He wasn’t aware the kid cared so much.

Storm faced Morgan, his one eye dark and hard. “You owe me.”

With a start, and an inward sigh of relief, Morgan understood.  “James, let him run away.”

“What?”

“No way!”

James and John replied at the same time. James finally lost his  patience and snapped at the other alpha to go and watch the perimeter.

John left the immediate circle, but he still stayed close, still  watching Morgan and Storm.

“Why am I letting him go after he helped kidnap you and is  currently pointing a gun at your head?” James asked, trying for  patience but failing miserably.

Morgan looked at Storm pointedly there, and the other man  hesitantly lowered