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brink of becoming wild again. Morgan didn’t want to risk some kind of episode over it. He would bring  Terry to back to his pack, and after enough time had passed, he would tell him about the former hunter who lived with them. Gently.

Morgan explained this to Nick, and the other man nodded. “Right.  Sorry, I hadn’t thought of that.”

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“It’s all right. I’m sure he’ll be at ease around Isaac after they get  to know one another, and being around some of the other members of  his pack that we rescued will probably help to keep his mind  grounded.”

“Yeah, we just have to get back home, first.”

The thought of home…Morgan always liked going out on  whatever little missions he could, especially as of late. There was  something about seeing all the newly mated pairs in his pack that had  made him jealous. Even though he’d started to think it wasn’t going to  happen, and had told himself he no longer minded it, he’d been  jealous. He hadn’t wanted to be around the others, but now that he  had his mate, safely snuggled against his chest, he couldn’t wait to get  back.

His room was in one of the larger cabins, and he wouldn’t mind sharing it with the others, but maybe he could convince Isaac to pay for the soundproofing.

“I’m going to take him back upstairs,” Morgan said, getting to his feet.

Apparently, Nick had noticed there was something off with his choice of clothing after all.

“What are you wearing? It sounds baggy. Like a skirt.”

Goddamn Nick’s weird sonar hearing. He should’ve been a bat shifter or something, not a werewolf. “It’s just a big pair of jeans.”

“You’re both wearing them.”

“The owner of this place is a big guy. Good night,” Morgan said.

“I guess that means I’ve got first watch?”

“I’ll come back down to take you off in four hours, and we’ll rotate from there.”

Thank God he didn’t want to argue about it. “See you then.”

* * * *

Morgan had just gotten upstairs and tucked Terry under the covers

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when he decided he had to get out of these ridiculous-looking pants.  He wanted to wear clothes, but not at the expense of his dignity.

He’d just let them drop from his hips and stepped out of them  when he noticed that Terry was looking at him.

Morgan smiled but still approached with some measure of  caution. “How’re you feeling?”

Terry blinked and waited a few seconds before he said anything.

“I don’t hear anything outside.”

That was good. It would allow him to rest easier for the night  knowing that the house wasn’t being surrounded by hunters.

“Yeah, we’re safe here.” For the moment.

“Can we try going to your pack now?”

Morgan looked out the window. It was pitch dark, but the snow  was still coming down pretty hard, and the wind howled.

Terry looked at where Morgan looked, and he sank back under the  covers. “Never mind.”

“First thing in the morning,” Morgan promised. “I swear. The  storm won’t last that long.” He was pretty sure it wouldn’t, anyway.  “And the second the sun rises, we’ll go.”

“I don’t think I can sleep.”

“Nick’s downstairs. He has first watch. He has the most sensitive

sense of smell and hearing of any wolf I’ve ever met. If anything tries  to come this way, he’ll know it, and we’ll have more than enough  time to get out of here.”

He hoped they would anyway. Nick certainly had trouble finding  his way earlier today when the storm hit.

Morgan took one more look out the window. He couldn’t exactly  see because of the darkness, but he still got the feeling that things  outside weren’t as bad as they’d been earlier today. It was still too  dangerous to travel in, but he was sure that if those men were still out  in that, and the only reason why anyone would brave that kind of  weather was because they thought they were on some holy mission,  Nick would have a fair amount of warning.

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“After Nick’s time is done, then I’m going on rotation so he can  sleep a little, then him again, and then me, until the sun rises and we  can leave. You’ll always be protected, so you can sleep easy tonight.”

Terry frowned at him. “I’ve been taking care of myself for weeks  now. I can stand watch, too.”

Morgan wasn’t sure he liked the idea of an untrained omega having his back. “I think you should sleep. I doubt you’ve had a good night’s sleep since your attack, and it’ll be better if you’re at a hundred percent for the trip tomorrow. With the snow to hinder us, we’re looking at a three- or four-hour journey.”

Terry kept right on frowning at him, and Morgan braced himself for another argument, but then the other man turned over in bed and pulled one of the pillows close.

Morgan was too new to being in a relationship. That was what being mated was, right? He was officially…well, married, as far as other werewolves were concerned.

That didn’t mean their status as being together, well, in a relationship, was bulletproof. Morgan could still fuck up in such a way that could cause the other man to decide he just didn’t want to be with him.

Morgan didn’t want that.

He wasn’t sure what sort of reaction he expected when he climbed into bed with Terry. Aside from being new to this mating thing, he was new to relationships in general. It had always been sex before. He never had to worry if his partner was angry with him for something.  And if his current fling had been giving him the cold shoulder for whatever reason, well, it had been a simple matter of moving on.

He reached out and touched Terry’s shoulder. At first the smaller man didn’t move, and Morgan’s heart lurched.

No. He wanted this to work, damn it.

He exhaled long and deep when Terry turned around, his hands reaching and wrapping around Morgan’s waist, and they came together easily.

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