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

to hope that Owen eventually lowered his guard so that he could steal a piece of wire or something. Anything he could use to pick at the lock or separate the little metal teeth inside the cuffs from the spikes that held them in place.

Using that method was similar to picking an old lock with a credit card, but if there were no credit cards on hand, there was no point.

He made sure that when he put the cuffs on that he kept his hands out in front of him. At least that way he wouldn’t be entirely helpless. “Well, now what?” he demanded.

Owen was already picking up the bags of supplies Everett had stolen from the group, including the weapons he’d made sure to take with them. “You heard me talking to the others. We’re going to go and meet them, and they’ll decide what to do with you then.”

That wasn’t good. If Owen was here, then the others couldn’t be that far off, and if they had their four-wheelers with them, Everett could be faced with them in as little as an hour.

He hadn’t seen what had happened to hunters who turned into werewolf supporters, but he had heard enough stories from the others. Dan had been especially graphic when he spoke about some of the things that happened in the hunter camps.

The traitors were strung up and tortured as badly as the werewolves themselves.

Everett was not about to let that happen to him. “Fine,” he said, walking toward the other man. Owen stood up quickly as Everett passed him, like he was expecting an attack.

He was expecting right, but Everett wasn’t about to let him in on that little secret just yet.

“You stay ahead of me and don’t try anything funny,” Owen said.

“Yeah, yeah.” Everett tried to keep his tone more annoyed than worried. He wanted to give Owen the impression that he thought he was going to get a slap on the wrist or something. With all the bags Owen was carrying, and Owen was smaller man than Everett was, it shouldn’t be too hard for him to take the guy by surprise and tackle him.

He didn’t have to wait very long. They hadn’t even started walking yet when a loud branch snapped in the woods, so close it could have been just ten feet into the trees.

“What was that?” Owen was suddenly alert and had his gun pointed toward the source of the sound.

There was a growl, and the bright glow of golden eyes made its appearance through the bushes. A human face was with those golden eyes.

Everett couldn’t believe it. Cole was back. He’d come back.

And he’d been unable to transform, just like Everett suspected. Though, with the golden eyes and the way he was crouched down, it appeared as though his more animal side was still in control here.

Owen actually smiled a little. “Well, you didn’t lose him after all.”

Cole growled when Owen pointed the gun at him, preparing to fire it.

He was going to shoot him! Everett tackled the other man just as Owen pulled the trigger. The gun went off with a loud, resounding bang, and Everett didn’t even get the chance to see if it had hit its mark.

“What the fuck!” Owen screamed. That had been all that was able to come out of his mouth before Everett started throwing down both of his cuffed his fists on the man’s face, as hard as he could, and batting away the hand that held the gun whenever Owen tried to lift it.

The knife he pulled was a little more difficult to ignore. Everett was forced to lean back hard when the blade soared just across his nose and face.

There was a slight burning that ran a diagonal line across his nose, but he was pretty sure it was still attached to his face.

Owen used that as his chance to throw Everett off of him, and Everett was now the one on his back, that long, curled hunting knife pointed just under his eyes, and the blade felt cold against his skin.

“You worthless piece of shit! For him! You’ll betray us for that thing!”

Owen didn’t wait for any sort of answer. He lifted his blade up high above his head, preparing to bring it down.

Everett’s world slowed to a crawl, and his thoughts sped up as the knife came down. His life was flashing in front of his eyes. He thought of all sorts of things that it was actually a little ridiculous. He thought of the life he’d left behind to be here, about how no one was going to find his dead body, and he thought about the first time he and Cole had sex.

He could still feel the warmth of the man’s skin, the both of them naked and horny, as he leaned him over the arm of his couch and plundered him. He recalled the sounds Cole made when threw his head back and moaned out loud, as well as the softness of his mouth when Everett turned his head and kissed him, long and slow for each rough, inward thrust.

He knew with stunning clarity why that one popped into his brain, and he didn’t regret it.

Despite all of that, he’d failed, and Cole was going to remain a werewolf, and Owen, Dan, and the other hunters were going to track him down and kill him.

He’d never felt so much despair in his life.

The knife suddenly stopped, or seemed to stop, in midair.

No, that wasn’t right. Another hand had grabbed hold of Owen, halting the downward motion that definitely would’ve meant the end of Everett’s life.

Cole yanked Owen’s arm back so hard that he shrieked in pain. Everett heard the popping of bones as Owen went flying backward. His shoulder had been dislocated for sure, and with the loud snapping sound, maybe his arm broken as well.

Cole’s eyes remained as gold as ever. Only there was one main difference now.

They were angry as well.

He kicked the knife out