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“You gonna keep staring at me, or you gonna get out of the truck?” the man called.

Robert stiffened. In the whole time he’d been sitting there thinking over his next move, the guy could’ve pulled a gun on him and killed him.

Or transformed into some kind of wild animal and eaten him.

He’d done neither, so Robert got out of the truck.

He had to clear his throat. This would be the first time he’d spoke out loud, aside from yelling and screaming out his loss, since 48

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everyone had been taken from him yesterday.

“Something I can help you with, friend?”

The stranger leaned a little to one side, as though he could see what it was Robert was carrying around in the back under the tarp.

“Lot of supplies you got with you. What’re you hunting?”

Now all the nerves inside him were really standing on end and shouting out loud. Robert’s family hadn’t been doing this for very long, but they had learned a thing or two about identifying other hunters of their particular nature.

He had to be careful, though. This might be just some normal guy who was asking what he thought was a perfectly normal question.

Who was also out in the middle of the woods with no apparent supplies on him.

“Just some regular big game,” Robert said, watching for the response he would get.

The stranger nodded. “Wolves are a good bet, this time of year.”

That was it. The response that marked this man as a hunter, no matter what the season was. Robert relaxed. He hadn’t realized how tense he’d let himself become, but now that he knew he was in the presence of a friend, he just wanted to collapse.

It must’ve shown on his face because the stranger took a step forward and put his hand on Robert’s shoulder. “Hard battle?”

Robert nodded. He had to lean his back against the truck, or else he knew he would fall over. “I buried the last of my family last night,” he said, and then his face crumbled and he could hold it in no longer.

The stranger was patient with him. He didn’t comfort him or touch him anymore than necessary, and for that Robert was glad.

“I had a hard fight with them a couple of months ago. They killed all my men, or turned them, and now I’m on my own.”

Robert looked up at him. “You are?”

The stranger nodded. “The name’s Tatum O’Leary. I’ll work with you if you like. You have the supplies I’ll bet, and now you just need Hunted and on the Run

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the manpower. I can track pretty well and know how to clean most rifles and shotguns.”

There was nothing in the world Robert wanted more than to not do this alone. With someone else to have his back, at least that would make for a great chance of success, and he’d said he was a good tracker, which was exactly what he needed.

“Robert Marsh,” he said, and reached out and shook the hand of his new partner.

Tatum smiled eagerly at him. “Good to be working with you. I can tell you already that I’ve been tracking one shifter in particular, and he’s in the area right now. I’ll bet he also had something to do with your misfortunes as well, considering how close he is to you.”

It hardly mattered at this point. Robert just wanted to kill something to release all the pent-up rage he was carrying around with him.

“Get in. You can tell me where he is while I drive.”

* * * *

Storm gladly allowed John to take him again in the morning.

There was something nice about being woken up to having his dick sucked and then being turned over and fucked lazily before breakfast.

His wound was almost entirely healed now, and so he was able to better enjoy the feel of another body against his without any stinging.

Then they ate their breakfast of stale pizza and sodas, and when Storm tried to get into the shower, John followed him inside and had him there, too.

He was new to this, and Storm reminded himself that John would want sex as often as possible now that he’d had it. He didn’t mind in the least.

He groaned as he came in John’s hand, spilling himself against the shower wall, the water washing away his cum and sending it down the drain.

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He kept his leg propped up on the rim of the tub and leaned his back against John’s chest as the other man continued to pound into him.

John kissed his neck and squeezed him tightly as his hips jerked faster and harder, his whole body becoming stiff as he came inside him.

Storm enjoyed the feeling of being held against a warm body and of the breath panting along the back of his neck, tickling him. John continued to kiss his shoulders and neck, caressing Storm’s sides like he was some kind of precious work of art or something.

Then he gently pulled out, and they finished washing off.

“I’ll take you back to my pack. You can meet my alpha James, and everyone else. They’ll welcome you in just like they do everyone else. You’ll like it there. We’ll have to share my room in one of the cabins, but my roommates are okay,” John insisted.

He had the widest smile on his face as he made plans, and it was difficult for Storm to not believe him when he spoke of their connection.

He put the thought from his mind and tried to bring John back to reality. “I don’t know if you should expect others to be so eager to forgive me,” he said, trying to be as gentle and realistic as possible.

“I’m not only a former hunter, but I’m also a shifter. I’m a traitor in their eyes.”

John frowned as he rinsed out his hair. When all the soap suds were washed away, he looked