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Morgan was already climbing into bed with him. “Of course.”

Because Morgan had to toss away the blanket with all the fur on  it, they snuggled together under the sheets of the bed, using body heat  for warmth, which was something Terry much rather preferred. While  he did stay wide awake, afraid and in no mood for sleep for the next  several minutes, the deep and easy breathing of the man spooned up  behind him lulled until he finally went under, too, but all he saw in his  dreams were the twisted faces of his friends, their wolves crying out,  struggling and screaming as they were skinned alive.

Those hunters wanted to do all that and more to Morgan, Nick,  and Terry.

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Chapter Nine

Morgan felt like he hadn’t slept at all when Nick softly took him by the shoulder and shook him awake. Grudgingly, he got out of the warm space beside his mate, careful not to wake the other man as he finally seemed to be sleeping peacefully, and then went downstairs to do his time while Nick caught a few z’s.

He found that the ice-cold water from the kitchen tap splashed against his face was a good way to wake up, and it helped, but it was still torture watching the clock and keeping his nose and ears open for any possible coming attack.

How in the hell Nick did this was baffling. Morgan was going to have to ask him how he was able to tell how much time had passed without one of those clocks for the visually impaired, too.

Because it was winter, dawn didn’t come until much later in the morning now, but when five o’clock rolled around and the snow finally showed signs of stopping, he still went and obediently woke up Nick from where he slept in the other bedroom. Then he went and shook Terry awake.

“Come on, it’s time to go.”

Terry’s eyes were swollen with sleep, and his face was miserable with having to get up, but he rose from bed right away.

Getting back to the pack with their lives intact was always more important than sleep.

They ate the last of the rice they cooked and tidied up as quickly as possible, though Morgan was pretty sure the owner would be aware that someone had stayed here, especially because of the broken door.  There was nothing that could be done about that now, and when five-

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thirty came, they were trudging barefoot out into the snow.

The dark morning sky was clear. The stars were still out. Morgan

checked the trail that he and Terry had traveled on.

Nick’s tracks had vanished from the snow, but there was still

something left of Terry’s and Morgan’s.

“There’s no telling when they’ll wake up. The second they do and  they see those tracks, they’ll start gunning it back here,” Morgan said.

Terry shivered.

Nick looked at the new addition to their group. “If you transform,  will you be able to keep control of your wolf?”

The uncertainty on Terry’s face was answer enough.

“Your wolf will listen to me,” Morgan assured him. “He did last  night. He’ll follow us back to our pack. Everything will be fine.”

Terry thought about that for a few seconds, and seemed to come to  a decision before he nodded his head and handed control over to his

wolf.

It was a gray wolf, now that Morgan bothered to look at him and take note of the type. He was small, smaller than Morgan and Nick, about the size of a regular wolf.

Terry cocked his head up at them after he finished shaking out his coat, as though asking what they were doing standing around.

“Right, let’s get out of here,” Morgan said, allowing the shift to come over him.

The change from two legged to four was always something he enjoyed. It felt like he was getting his vertebrae popped and stretched in that pleasant way that he liked as his bones rearranged themselves.  The cold hadn’t been bothering him too much, but now that he had a fur coat to protect himself with, as well as the thick padding under his paws, he was more than warm enough to take on the rest of their trip.

He shook out the loose hairs from his coat just as Terry did, and when Nick was on all fours, he did the same.

They were going to have to rely entirely on body language for this last trip back to their pack, but that was all right. It wasn’t like there

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would be much to say so long as they stayed out of sight of hunters.

Morgan yipped, giving the signal to Nick, and he tore off through  the snow, heading for home.

* * * *

The tracks were faded thanks to the heavy snowfall that only let up less than an hour ago, but it was obvious to Tatum what animal they belonged to.

He opened up the second tent, the smell of sex wafting out, but that only angered him more.

The two men were fully clothed inside and tucked within their separate sleeping bags, but it was pretty obvious to Tatum what they’d been doing to distract them from keeping watch last night like they were supposed to. Tatum kicked Anthony in the side, the jostle and curse of the other man waking up Storm.

“Get your asses out here, the both of you!” he yelled, then went back out to stand in front of the tracks. He only had to wait maybe twenty seconds before they showed up and he could point down at the tracks.

“What the fucking hell do you think those are?”

Anthony looked down at them curiously, but it was Storm who

answered. “Wolf tracks.”

That made Anthony tense up. “No way did a werewolf come here without us knowing it.”

“You think this is just a coincidence, you faggot?” Tatum sneered.

Anthony snarled back at him. Storm had to put a hand