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From his place upstairs, Terry heard the murmuring voices of  Morgan and his other werewolf friend.

“Think they bought it?”

“Have to assume so, but I got a weird vibe from one of those men right before they turned to leave.”

“Shit,” Morgan said.

“I know. We might have to make a break for it and risk the storm sooner than we thought.”

Terry hoped that they would. He didn’t want to be caught by any other alpha werewolves, or hunters, ever again.

* * * *

“What do you think, Tony?” Chance asked. He was the youngest

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in their group, and the easiest to scare, as noted by the way he gripped  his shotgun. His leather mitts dangled by long strings of yarn from the  sleeves of his winter coat, like he was some sort of four-year-old.

Tony scratched his chin. “Hard to say. Didn’t see a car or truck for  that one guy to get here in, but that could’ve been in the garage and  all this snowfall could’ve covered the tracks. I think we should still

tell Tatum about it. I think he was right. People around here are  strange.”

“Yeah, and did you see that guy’s eyes? They were all blank and  shit. Creeps me out.”

“You think they’re werewolves?” Storm asked.

Tony had once before asked Storm what his real name was since  no one outside of Hollywood would ever give their only son a name  like that. Storm had growled at him, the one eye that was not covered  with a black pirate-looking eye patch glaring, and Tony had dropped  it completely.

“Might be, but I never heard about any werewolves living in this  area, only that the wild ones were sometimes seen here, but yeah, we  should go and let Tatum know the place is occupied. That guy said  there were others in that house, and we didn’t get a look at them.”

“And he seemed a little too calm considering we were on his  property with these in our hands,” Chance said, holding out the  shotgun he held, as though Tony could’ve missed it.

Kid was going to end up shooting himself before this mission was  over, he just knew it.

“Right. Let’s move on out. I’m freezing my dick off, here,” Tony  said, looking over at Storm when the words left his mouth. He had a  good idea of how he wanted to warm up that part of his anatomy. He  hoped the other man had caught onto the hint and would be willing  tonight. He hated having to persuade him.

“Yeah, I’m freezing my dick off, too,” Chance said, hurrying  ahead of them.

Tony was wrong. The kid wasn’t going to accidentally shoot

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himself. Tony was going to shoot him on purpose before this was all

over.

* * * *

Terry was on edge by the time Morgan came back into the room.  He jumped up from where he’d been sitting on the bed, and even that took a lot of effort considering how he would’ve preferred to be pacing around the room.

That was more of the wild animal in him, and he was trying to suppress that part of himself now. So instead, he looked at Morgan and demanded to know what the plan was.

Morgan looked out the window. The storm had set in once more, and it was easy to see that it would only take another couple of minutes before it was a complete white out once more.

That made Terry all the more jumpy. He felt like he was being caged, and the urge to run out of this cabin and out into the open space was all consuming.

The only thing that stopped him was the knowledge that it would kill him if he went.

“We need to stay here, at least until morning. It’s starting to get  dark out, and the storm’s picking up. I doubt it will last through the  night, so the second it’s safe to do so, we’ll be going.”

Now that Terry was up, and actually, he had started to pace  around without realizing it, he couldn’t sit back down or stop his body  from shaking.

“They were hunters. They were hunters, and they want to strap us  down to tables and do things to us, and we need to get out of here  right now.”

“Shh, baby, shh,” Morgan said, stepping forward to grab onto his  shoulders and pull Terry against his chest. “You’re getting yourself  worked up. I know they’re likely a threat, and it sucks, but there’s  nothing that can be done for it now. We just have to stay here for the

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night, keep ourselves quiet, and the first thing we’ll do in the morning  is get out of here.”

“They want to skin us. They want to hurt us,” Terry said, unable  to stop talking, so he just squeezed Morgan even tighter, as though  protecting the alpha from all the things the hunters would do to him  when they caught them, as well as taking in the comfort.

“I know, but they’re not going to. I won’t let them.”

“That’s what the last alpha said,” Terry said, his body shaking all  over. “And he’s gone.”

“The last…?” Morgan said, his mouth dropping. “Terry, did you  come from Phillip’s pack?”

There were flashes passing through his mind now, images that he  couldn’t stop but couldn’t make sense of either.

First, everything was fine. The sun was shining and the pups were  playing. Terry was actually playing around with one of the other  omegas, but in the haze, he couldn’t remember exactly who it had  been, or what the guy’s name was. It didn’t matter. They had been  laughing and joking as they chopped up firewood and collected other  small sticks to bring back to the pack. Then the scene swirled, and  that same image turned bloody red. The noise in the background  changed from birds twittering in their nests to screams. Screams that  were close and far away.

Terry could recall running through the trees, covered in blood, and  shouts behind him. He could see the men, one on each side, always in  pairs as they did it, skinning wolves alive. It made Terry cry and  cover his eyes, but the images were still there as those humans took  turns grabbing his friends by their hind legs, slicing into the skin,  and…

“Terry? Terry! Look at me, babe. Come on out of it.”

Morgan was snapping his fingers in front of Terry’s face, and it  worked to pull Terry out of the nightmare he’d just been in. Kind of.

Suddenly, he couldn’t recall where he was or how he’d gotten  there, and he realized he was in the arms of a naked someone, and he

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flew across the bed.

“Shit, Terry.”

The voice was calm, despite how out of control Terry felt. He had  a case of the jitters all over his body, and again, all he could think  about was escape.

“Morgan? You okay?”

There was someone else here, too. That was right, another wolf.  That other male werewolf was outside the door was part of this group.  Maybe Terry could go to him, make him see reason, and then the  three of them could get out of here before they were all skinned alive  like the others.

The fear and terror Terry felt vanished. Like the channel had been changed inside his mind, there were no longer any frightening images for him to look at. Only Morgan’s calm and patient face. He was beautiful, Terry realized. He’d known it from the second he first laid eyes on the man, but only now did he allow himself to really think it.

He wished his mind would stop playing tricks on him and that his memories would straighten out. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

“Terry, it’s okay. I’m the only one in this room with you. I swear I  won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Morgan?” the voice behind the door called again.

“I’m okay, Nick. We’re doing just fine.”

Nick. So that was the name of the other werewolf Terry had heard  about.

“You don’t know what they did…” Terry said, reaching up to  scratch the itch on his face, but his fingers came away wet. He used  the back of his hands next to wipe away the tears and clear the itching  the trailing moisture had caused.

Morgan bit his bottom lip, staring down at Terry like he felt sorry  for him. Terry didn’t like that at all, but then he supposed the fact that  he was balancing on the edge of a blade as to whether he would  suddenly go wild or not would bring out that sort of reaction.

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“I’m almost sixty years old, Terry, and I’ve been lucky enough to  have never seen the things you saw. I’m sorry that happened to you,  and I’m sorry the hunters…did those things to your friends. But Nick  and I are here now. We’re prepared for attack. They can’t sneak up on  us if we’re expecting them. One of us will stand guard all night, and  the second we’re able, we’ll head back to my pack.”

“Your pack?” Terry asked.

Morgan shook his head, smiling, as though realizing his blunder.  “Well, the pack isn’t mine. I’m not the leading alpha, but I live there.  You’re a wandering omega now, and my mate, so I’ll claim you for  DeWitt’s pack. You’re perfectly safe with me and Nick, and you’ll be  better protected when I take you home.”

“They attacked my pack…” Terry said.

He almost slipped back into that strange world where he was  awake but still had nightmares about what he saw, but Morgan  gripped him by the shoulders, not allowing him to go into that place.

“I know. Mine has been attacked before, too. By wild wolves,  hunters, all of it. Those things happen, and we are prepared for them.  There’s so many new werewolves back at the pack that we’re running  out of space to put them all in. We had to start building new houses.”

“Really?” Terry asked.

Morgan nodded. “Yeah. We recently got a benefactor who’s been  funding a lot of the repairs.”

There was a twitch in Morgan’s mouth when he said the word  benefactor, and Terry got the idea that there was something about this  mysterious person that Morgan didn’t want him to know.

He let it go for now. His human mind was back, and mostly in  control. He didn’t want to give that up again by flipping out.

“Anyway, Nick said that he found a bag of rice in one of the  downstairs cupboards. So with the soup over there that you still have,  we can make a good supper if you wanted to come downstairs.”

Terry thought about it for a minute, and he didn’t need to think for  long. “Okay.”

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Morgan smiled at him, reached out, and took his hand, leading

him toward the door.

Terry planted his feet and stopped before Morgan could touch the

handle.

Morgan looked back at him, worry in his eyes. “What is it?”

Terry looked down at himself, as though only just noticing it, which was strange, considering he’d spent the last couple of months completely naked.

“I…Do you think there’s any clothes around here for me to wear?”

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Chapter Seven

The fact that he wanted to wear clothing was a good sign. It meant that the more animal side to him was starting to merge once again with his human side.

It kind of made Morgan yearn for some clothes as well. The only thing for clothing that he and Nick had found when those hunters came on the property was the winter jacket, snow pants, and boots.  They hadn’t really bothered to search for anything else. Now, Morgan went through the drawers with Terry.

They did find some clothing in the mostly empty drawers. The problem was that, whoever owned this cabin was much wider than either Morgan or Terry.

Morgan had suspected as much when Nick put on the winter jacket, but that could be excused because people often wore layers and needed to buy jackets that were bigger than what they’d usually

wear.

The jeans Terry pulled from the cheap IKEA-looking dresser looked like they were tailored to fit a man three times his size.  Morgan couldn’t help but laugh when Terry compared the faded jeans to his own smaller hips by putting them side to side.

“You look like you could get lost in those,” Morgan said.

The fact that Terry didn’t smile back or even acknowledge that  Morgan was joking around with him suggested that maybe the wolf still had some control after all. Terry just reached back into the drawer and pulled out a long, heavy-looking belt.

“This will make it fit,” he said with a smile.

Morgan smiled back and went to have a look in the drawer for

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himself. There was another pair of jeans in there that was way too big,  even for Morgan’s body, and a maroon T-shirt with a neck hole so  stretched he suspected it might go right over his shoulders, and the  whole thing would fall down his body and crumple at his feet.

“There another belt in there?” he asked.

He never felt so ridiculous coming downstairs, wearing a pair of jeans so huge. He was sure he looked like one of those ridiculous-looking kids from the TV, wearing pants or shorts so big that they slid down the ass. He didn’t understand that fad at all.