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“No!”

He was only making this worse, but he couldn’t let Terry jump out of the tub and run out of the house and back into that storm, soaking wet as he was. He would die.

“Stop it!”

Morgan gripped Terry’s shoulders harder, pressing his back  against the end of the tub, and then looked into his eyes. He had no  idea if he was doing this right, but from how he understood it, he was  supposed to be able to somehow…not control him, but work with his  emotions so that he could calm his mate down, preventing him from  killing himself.

It worked. Morgan had no idea what he did or how he did it, but  Terry stopped struggling against him, and he leaned sleepily back  against the tub, his eyes sliding half shut as he stared at Morgan.

Morgan cupped his cheek then felt his forehead. Not feverish. The  swelling on his ears and legs from the frostbite was starting to go  down, which was good.  Thank you, God, for werewolf healing  abilities.

“Now just relax. I promise no one will hurt you while you’re with

me.”

Morgan surprised himself with how much he meant that promise.  He would do everything in his power to make sure that Terry stayed safe.

Terry nodded, his eyes sliding all the way shut, and by the way his breathing evened out, he fell asleep.

Morgan finished washing him off, draining the tub again, and was pleased when the water hadn’t turned so muddy.

He dried Terry off with a towel and brought him into one of the bedrooms.

Now Morgan was the one to shiver. There was still no heat in this

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place. He put Terry on the bed and bundled every blanket he could on  top of the smaller man and then moved to the thermostat.

It was some electronic thing, and he had no idea how to work it.  He’d heard of these things before, but had never seen or used one.  Would it alert the owners of the house if he were to find out how to

turn it on and crank the heat? That wouldn’t be good.

From what he could tell from the numbers on the little gray  screen, there was heat in the cabin, but only enough to keep the pipes  from freezing.

That would have to do.

Morgan had just made the decision to leave the room for a few minutes to go and find Nick when the other man called for him from the hallway.

“Morgan? You up here?”

Morgan quickly stepped out of the bedroom, keeping the door open only a crack as he padded his way down the hall.

Nick was there waiting for him at the top of the stairs. Clearly, the blind werewolf had scented Morgan up here.

“Here,” he said anyway. “What’s going on?”

“James wants us to stay where we are for as long as possible. The storm caught everyone off guard from the looks of it, and he doesn’t want anyone risking travel if they can help it.”

Morgan nodded. Made sense. The Weather Channel had called for snow, and even the wolves had felt the coming cold, but no one expected it to turn out like this.

Morgan looked out on of the windows, clenching his fists at the blank canvas he saw there.

“I know we were having a hard time finding our way and all,”  Morgan said, looking into Nick’s sightless black eyes. “But you  didn’t happen to catch the scent of anyone else following us, did  you?”

Nick cocked his head, frowning as he thought. “No. I’m sure we  were alone. Why?”

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Morgan pointed behind him with his thumb to the bedroom where  Terry was sleeping. “He flipped out there for a minute. Tried telling me someone was outside.”

Again, Nick frowned, but he wasn’t about to take words like that lightly. “I doubt anyone would be out in that if they could help it, but  I’ll check it out.”

Morgan stiffened, and Nick seemed to sense the change in his body language in that strange way he did. “I won’t leave the porch.  I’m already blind, so I doubt I can get turned around as easily as you would,” he said. “I’ll stick by the house and be back inside in five minutes. Sooner than that if I can smell anyone else.”

From the tone in his voice, it sounded like Nick didn’t expect to scent anything at all. Whether because of the storm blowing away all the smells of the area around them or because he didn’t think anyone would be out there, Morgan wasn’t sure.

He swallowed hard, thinking he should probably get this next part out of the way.

Again, Nick’s excellent hearing allowed him to hear, instead of see, the way his throat worked as he swallowed nervously. “What’s wrong?”

“Was there a Terry in your old pack? With Phillip?”

Nick frowned. “It was a small pack, but I didn’t know everyone, considering what I did.”

Yeah, that was right. Nick had basically been an assassin for  Phillip, always on the move and always hunting down and killing any hunters that he could find because, despite his blindness, he was a first rate-killer himself.

“The name does sound familiar, though I don’t recognize the

scent.”

Well, that was out of the way, and somewhat disappointing.  Ultimately it shouldn’t matter where Terry came from at this very moment anyway. What mattered was that they had found him and were going to keep him safe until they could get out of here.

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Morgan put his hand in his hair, wondering how he should say this

next part.

Again, Nick caught onto his hesitation and worry, even without  seeing him. “Why? What’s the matter?”

Spitting it out seemed like the best way. “I think that kid in there  is my mate.”

Nick’s black brows shot up. “Is he okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, he seems fine, for a wild werewolf. He can still speak, but  he seems scared.”

“What was he doing in the water?”

“Fishing,” Morgan said. “He seems like an omega to me. I think  he was either abandoned by the other