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Usually, his mate was good at helping the alphas to calm down  when they were set on being stubborn idiots. It really lowered the  number of times James was forced to assert his authority on the front  yard, at any rate.

Corey could only shrug at him and go back to what he was doing,  feeding the infant that Phillip had left them with when he disappeared.

The boy was a good kid, didn’t fuss a lot, and James and Corey  had only been interrupted once during sex to the sounds of his crying  down the hall. Thankfully little Sammy was old enough that he could  hold up his own head and all that shit, so, yeah, James liked him.

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He was just starting to worry that Corey might like the kid a little too much. It would break his heart if his mate got too attached when the time came to give the boy back to his father, whenever the hell  Phillip decided to come back, that is.

That would have to be handled later. Right now, he had to deal with this.

“You’re too young. We only just put you on the alpha hunting  teams, and in case you didn’t notice, winter came early this year,”  James said. He didn’t need to point out the window to show the kid  how the snow had started up again.

It was one of the reasons they’d allowed that hunter Morgan had  confessed to biting go. They had their own shit to deal with, and in  this weather, chasing the man down while he rode on that snowmobile  was out of the question. James was just hoping that when the guy had  his first transformation, he did it in front of a group of hunters. Maybe  he would even take some of them out and save James some trouble

down the road.

“You don’t understand. I need to find him,” John said.

James lifted a brow. He’d never seen the kid look so desperate before.

He couldn’t recall ever seeing the werecat before, and John had been born to this pack, so it wasn’t like the other man could have done something to make the kid want revenge.

“Why do you want to find him so badly? I got the impression that he didn’t want to be anywhere near us.”

John swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “He’s…I mean I think he’s…he’s my mate.”

THE END

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