porch. I’m already blind, so I doubt I can get turned around as easily as you would,” he said. “I’ll stick by the house and be back inside in five minutes. Sooner than that if I can smell anyone else.”
From the tone in his voice, it sounded like Nick didn’t expect to scent anything at all. Whether because of the storm blowing away all the smells of the area around them or because he didn’t think anyone would be out there, Morgan wasn’t sure.
He swallowed hard, thinking he should probably get this next part out of the way.
Again, Nick’s excellent hearing allowed him to hear, instead of see, the way his throat worked as he swallowed nervously. “What’s wrong?”
“Was there a Terry in your old pack? With Phillip?”
Nick frowned. “It was a small pack, but I didn’t know everyone, considering what I did.”
Yeah, that was right. Nick had basically been an assassin for Phillip, always on the move and always hunting down and killing any hunters that he could find because, despite his blindness, he was a first rate-killer himself.
“The name does sound familiar, though I don’t recognize the
scent.”
Well, that was out of the way, and somewhat disappointing. Ultimately it shouldn’t matter where Terry came from at this very moment anyway. What mattered was that they had found him and were going to keep him safe until they could get out of here.
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Morgan put his hand in his hair, wondering how he should say this
next part.
Again, Nick caught onto his hesitation and worry, even without seeing him. “Why? What’s the matter?”
Spitting it out seemed like the best way. “I think that kid in there is my mate.”
Nick’s black brows shot up. “Is he okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, he seems fine, for a wild werewolf. He can still speak, but he seems scared.”
“What was he doing in the water?”
“Fishing,” Morgan said. “He seems like an omega to me. I think he was either abandoned by the other wild wolves, or he ran away when the others did and got lost. He’s been taking care of himself for a while.”
Nick blew out a breath. “Damn. Well, he’s got you to take care of him now, and if he’s a wandering omega, then we’ll just take and make him part of our pack. He’ll be fine now, and if he is part of my old pack, there will be others who will recognize him.”
Morgan hoped so. “I’ll check the cupboards for any food while you’re out.”
Nick nodded, already turning back to the stairs, keeping his hand on the wall as he went down. “Good idea. Don’t think I can catch
anything while out in that.”
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Chapter Four
Morgan hadn’t been expecting Nick to return to the cabin with news that there were other wild werewolves surrounding the property, but he still breathed a deep sigh of relief when the other man came back and told him they were alone.
“Find any food?” Nick asked.
“Well.” Morgan looked over at the small bounty he’d uncovered on the counter. Describing it as small was being generous.
Two cans of alphabet soup and a half a bag of Rice Krispies cereal, which was probably stale at this point.
“I haven’t gone through all the cupboards yet,” Morgan said when Nick made a face at the small amount of food. “There could be other
non-perishable’s lying around that I missed.”
“God, I hope so. I’m starving.”
Morgan was pretty hungry now, too, not to mention he had his mate upstairs, and he wanted to make certain that he got fed first.
Part of him wanted to just claim the food all for himself and make sure that Terry ate as much as he needed to, but that was his inner wolf talking. Even though he could control his transformations and was, for the most part, in perfect harmony with his wolf, there were always those times when he had to stop and think about what he’d
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