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The change always felt odd, like his body was being stretched out farther than it was meant to go. The snap of his bones never hurt him.  He was too used to it. He only realized at the last second that because he’d made the change on the bed, he’d just shed a boatload of hair onto the messy covers.

That was going to have to be shaken out before either of them could sleep in it.

Terry stepped out of bed and stood before his mate. He clutched his hands in front of him, hardly knowing what to do with himself or all the guilt he was feeling.

He kind of wished Morgan would just take him outside and throw him onto his back in a show of alpha dominance. At least that way he couldn’t be feeling all this guilt.

“I…I don’t know what happened,” Terry said.

Morgan nodded, stepping away from the doorframe. “I know. It’s not like I can blame you. Your wolf is still uncontrollable, and it’s not

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like I can hold that against you. Thank God you’re omega. Otherwise  it might actually be something of a problem.”

Just thinking about what he’d done, and where he’d gone, made  Terry sick to his stomach. Really, his guts churned, and he thought he  might vomit all over the floor. He put his hand over his stomach, as  though that would somehow calm it, and held onto the wooden bed  frame with his free hand to keep from falling over as his knees shook.

Morgan was beside him in an instant.

“Hey, you don’t have to worry. I wasn’t going to do anything. I  would never hurt you.”

So not what Terry had been worried about. “Not that,” he said,  recalling what he’d seen, and everything he heard came back to him  in a stark clarity he wished he didn’t have. “Oh God.”

Morgan’s hands were on him now, keeping him steady. The other  man tore the furry blanket from the bed and eased him onto the  mattress. Terry was nearly hysterical by now, and he fisted his hair,  the pain keeping him here and human before he could let his wolf out  again, even by accident.

Morgan’s hands were on his cheeks. “What did you hear?”

So he knew Terry had heard something to do this to him. The man

was smart.

Terry sniffled, and as he opened his mouth to tell him the horrible things he’d heard, he crumpled and started to cry.

Morgan hugged him, like he was some kind of little kid who needed to be comforted before they could relax. Terry hated that he was so weak that he couldn’t even let his mate know what was going on without crying about it, but he found himself relaxing into  Morgan’s arms, regardless. He released the painful grip he had on his hair and held the other man back, clutching him for dear life as  Morgan rubbed his back and shushed him.

“I…I don’t know…what made me go wild again,” Terry said between gasps of air. Morgan flinched, but Terry continued. “But I scented some of my friends. I went to…find them. I don’t know why I

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thought they were still alive but…”

“It’s okay. Our wolves, when we’re not in sync with them, they  think differently than we do. There’s no telling why that happened to  you.”

“They’re dead though. I didn’t understand it when I heard them  talking, but now I do. Those men, they really are hunters. They’re the  hunters who attacked my pack!” Terry said, the realization sending a  spear of terror through him.

Morgan kept right on petting him and making soothing noises, like he  was a frightened puppy. “Okay, I believe you. Try to be calm now.”

“They had three pelts with them. I could smell them. I knew them.  They were talking about selling some of them to afford a place to stay  for the winter.”

Morgan’s neck clenched up, and he cursed before getting off the

bed.

Their sudden separation from each other worried Terry.

“Where―”

“I’m going to tell Nick this. Now that we know for a fact they’re  hunters, our kind of hunters, this isn’t just a precaution anymore. I’ll  be right back.”

Terry lay as still and as quiet as he could, hearing the muffled  voices coming from downstairs as Morgan explained the situation to  that other werewolf. True to his word, he came back quickly.

“We’re definitely getting up before dawn tomorrow. Hunters tend  to come out at around that time, so it’s best if we’re up and running  before they are.”

Terry didn’t say anything. All he could think about was how close  he’d come to the pelts, the skins, of his dead friends. He really hoped  those two hunters hadn’t been using them for covers when they were  having sex.

Terry had calmed down enough that he almost didn’t notice when  Morgan came up and gently ran his fingers through his hair.

“Your wolf must have some superior senses for you to have been

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able to scent those…your friends, all the way over there from right  here. Even Nick can’t pick anything up on them. Or the hunters from  this distance.”

Terry looked at him. “Really?”

Morgan nodded.

Terry had never thought about his sense of smell or hearing before. He was an omega, so it wasn’t like there was any reason for him to get into a competition with the alphas over who had the better anything. “Why are my senses so good?”

Morgan shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe it was the time you spend by yourself in the wild. Being so in tune with your animal side might have that effect since you would’ve had to rely on them so much.  Nick’s senses improved after he went blind and had to learn how to hunt for himself.”

Terry’s eyes widened. “He’s blind?”

“Yes.”

“How will he keep watch?”

“He’s very skilled at what he does. Don’t you worry, but I will  have to go down there and take his place after a while so he can have  a chance to sleep.”

Terry didn’t know how he was