DeWitt's Pack 4
The Blind Werewolf Assassin
Nick Larosa is not pleased about going to DeWitt's pack, especially
since Adam Trenton, his first love from ten years ago, will be
there. Things didn't end well when Nick broke off their relationship
after discovering he was going blind. Those old feelings of anger
and lust are clearly still there for both of them.
Adam always knew Nick's eyesight was bad, but never thought he
would go blind. Seeing Nick's once-clear eyes so cloudy and
sightless is a shock. Nick, however, doesn't let that stand in the
way of proving he is a skilled warrior, capable of teaching the
other alphas how to better use their senses.
When Adam discovers that Nick left him for just that reason, the
old anger resurfaces. Both will have to learn to trust the other if
they are to defeat the pack of wild werewolves coming to DeWitt's
pack, and stay alive long enough to admit they still love each
other.
Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal,
Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 21,098 words
THE BLIND
WEREWOLF ASSASSIN
DeWitt’s Pack 4
Marcy Jacks
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THE BLIND
WEREWOLF ASSASSIN
DeWitt’s Pack 4
MARCY JACKS
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Nick could never consider himself to be a master assassin. There
were definitely those who were better than he was. All things
considered, he was still pretty good. Being blind would hinder anyone
from becoming the absolute best in a profession that relied mostly on
sight.
Still, his alpha sent him out on these errands, and he was glad to
be able to do his part to keep his pack safe instead of just being holed
up in a secluded room by himself, no one to keep him company
except for the chirping of the birds outside.
No. Even though he was aching, covered in blood—not his own—
and just downright tired from his journey, Nick Larosa was happy.
He’d successfully tracked a small pack of hunters that Phillip, his
alpha, had been concerned about, and he’d killed them, just as he’d
been ordered.
They hadn’t even seen him coming, and now all he had to do was
travel the fifty miles back to his pack territory, using his nose to tell
him that he was on the right path.
He’d gone farther distances to make his kills before, so even
though his muscles were burning from all the exercise, he knew he
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would still make it home in good time.
He did. The sun was shining hot on his black coat when he
stepped out of the shade of the trees and onto his pack land. It was
always harder to tell how many more people were running about
when there were groups of them, and with the way the natural earth
and grass cushioned their footfalls, but the scents and sounds were
still there, and Nick could tell that most everyone was outside,
enjoying the beautiful day.
He heard the pups scream as they chased each other or played
with their toys, the deep baritone of male voices as they chatted over
their trucks, the hard shake of fabrics as the omegas did the laundry,
and he smelled the scent of food―his favorite dish, pot
roast―hanging lazily on the air.
Yup, good to be back.
Nick trotted forward, keeping his tongue hanging out to help with
the heat. God, he needed a drink, but he could get that when he got
inside Phillip’s house.
The door was open. The screen door was not, but he’d expected
that, and he lifted his paw to pull at the simple latch that would allow
him access to the house, and immediately the scent of baby powder
assaulted his nose.
Phillip’s mate had just had a baby three months earlier, and Nick
was still getting used to the scent of such a soft sweetness floating
around his alpha’s house.
Nick still didn’t transform back into his human body. He’d never
really been open about being naked around others, especially with
kids running around. It was something he usually got ripped on for,
considering everyone on the land was a werewolf, and all of them,
including the children running around just outside, were all as familiar
with the naked body as could be.
Maybe it was because he hadn’t been born a werewolf, Nick
wasn’t sure, but he’d just never gotten used to being naked around
anyone other than—
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“Back so soon?”
Nick jumped a little, Phillip’s voice startling him. That was
unusual.
Phillip knew it, too. “It’s hard for me to sneak up on you. What
were you thinking about?”
Something he shouldn’t have been. Nick didn’t catch the
immediate scent of Helen, Phillip’s mate, or their small son, and so he
decided it was safe to become a man once more.
He heard the rustle of cloth as Phillip grabbed one of his trench
coats from off the hook on the wall and handed it to him.
“Did you get them?” he asked, forgetting about his previous
question.
“Anyone who finds them will never recognize them. Just another
bear attack.”
“Good.”
Phillip sighed, and his footsteps on the hardwood floors were
heavy as he moved to the direction of the living room.
Nick followed him at a cautious pace. At one time he’d been so
familiar with this house he could freely walk about it, confident that
every table and chair would be where it had been during his last visit.
That there would be nothing underfoot for him to trip on.
Ever since Helen had her baby, she’d had less time to concern
herself with being the neat freak she usually was, and Nick was forced
to rely on his senses much more heavily to ensure he didn’t step on a
stuffed animal or on a baby monitor.
It could be done. He was capable of walking around the forest,
after all, and that was nature, a constantly changing space. It just
meant he couldn’t fully relax like he’d wanted to.
“Thank you for taking care of them, Nick. You have no idea how
much I appreciate it.”
He did. He knew how much Helen had freaked out when she
found out some of the alphas had sniffed out hunters in the area.
She’d gone from warrior to mother wolf in what seemed like
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overnight, and Phillip was only more than happy to accommodate her
wish of eradicating every hunter who would dare to harm her baby if
ever given the chance.
Phillip’s pack was well hidden, but even when the hunters passed
through the town to search for easier pickings, Nick had still been sent
after them.
Now they were dead, and he was back.
“I’m just looking forward to a shower,” Nick said. He heard the
clinking of glasses and ice, then the slosh of water, before Phillip’s
footsteps approached him.
Nick lifted his hand to accept the offered glass and sniffed the
contents. Definitely water. The glass was cold against his fingers. He
drank eagerly.
“I know, and I won’t keep you, but I’ve got one more mission to
send you on.
Nick released a satisfied sigh when he pulled the glass away from
his lips. “All right, shoot.”
“James tells me that he’s been having some problems with hunters
lately. Apparently, someone gave away their location not too long
ago, so they’ve been swarming his pack like hornets.”
“Could that be why the hunters I took out were in the area?”
“Possibly,” Phillip said. “It could also be that the hunters who all
knew about his pack location are all dead, and that’s why those
hunters I sent you after moved on out of the area. They came to take a
look, found nothing, and left.”
“That still leaves the problem of hunters coming here and sniffing
around if there are rumors in their mills of a pack near Brampton.”
“And James DeWitt’s pack isn’t the only pack near Brampton,”
Phillip said, his voice giving Nick the idea to how much the thought
of more hunters coming and tracking around the area displeased him
and his mate.
“What did he ask from you?” Nick asked, getting to the point and
wanting to know exactly what his new mission would be.
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“He’s trying to get his alphas more organized. A couple of them
have taken on mates of their own recently, and one of his omegas
even mated with a human.”
“Okay,” Nick said, still waiting to find out what this had to do
with him.
“You’ve met him already, the last time he came to pay his
respects. He knows about your blindness, and he’s pretty impressed
with your kill rate despite that.”
“I’m a werewolf. Anyone in his pack could hunt like I do if they’d
dedicate themselves.”
“Well, that’s what he’s asking you to do. He wants to know if he
can borrow you for a couple of weeks so you can give his alphas
some pointers on the way you hunt down the hunters. I swear,
sometimes you can sniff them out before they even reveal themselves
to be hunters.”
That was just because he could smell the gun powder and metal
from all their weapons hiding under the scent of all that leather and
cologne they always doused themselves with to throw off any sniffing
wolves.
What he did was nothing special, but his pack leader was asking
him to do this, so he would. “When would you like me to leave?”
“As soon as you’ve packed. James put in the request a couple of
days ago, and I told him I’d run it by you when you came back from
your hunt.”
Nick tried to put together how much time he would need in his
head. There was the shower, packing, getting transportation ready,
and he was definitely taking a nap before he left…
“Nick?”
“Yes?”
Phillip hesitated, and Nick didn’t like the slight bit of anxiety he
scented coming from the man’s pores. That wasn’t exactly a normal
thing for a leading alpha.
“Ever since James came here those months ago…didn’t you
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recognize him?”
Had they ever met before? “No. Why?”
Maybe the man was someone he’d met briefly and forgot about
from when he still had his sight. It had been a good ten years—so
long already—since his vision clicked off for good, and it wouldn’t be
the first time he’d met up with someone he’d been vaguely acquainted
with back when he could still see and not recognized them at all.
He’d thought those days were long behind him by now. “Who is
he?”
“I’m only bringing this up because I remember how you were
back when you split with him, and I didn’t want you to go over there
unprepared.”
“Okay, what?”
His ears picked up the wet sound of Phillip’s tongue rubbing
against his teeth. “James is Adam Trenton’s pack alpha,”
And just like that, Nick felt the strange sensation of the floor
vanishing beneath his feet. Somehow, he’d managed to keep his
footing.
Adam Trenton, Nick’s teenage sweetheart ten years ago, the boy
he’d sworn to himself was his mate, who he’d dumped after finding
out he was going blind.
Nick hadn’t seen him since that day he’d walked away, leaving
Adam begging for an explanation because of how cruelly Nick had
destroyed his fragile heart.
First loves were always a bitch.
The last image of Adam that Nick had seen before he’d left,
before losing his sight forever, was of his crumpled, defeated face,
tears spilling from his red eyes.
And Nick had just agreed to go over to his pack and tutor him and
his other pack mates about hunting.
“Fuck.”
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Chapter Two
Adam didn’t understand the eager atmosphere that was floating
around the pack. He didn’t like the thought of some guy he didn’t
know coming in and telling him what a horrible job he was doing as
one of the protectors of his pack.
He would never say it out loud, but the thought that James didn’t
have the kind of faith in them that Adam had in himself and his own
hunting abilities was a downer.
Adam didn’t like questioning himself or his skills, and yet
everyone walking around couldn’t seem to wait to meet this skilled
alpha that Phillip was sending over.
It didn’t matter that hunters had been swarming around for the last
three months, or that they really could use the extra help. Adam was
in no mood to be logical about it, so when he was put on rotation to
prowl around the outskirts of the land, he gladly went for it.
He needed time to sulk by himself anyway.
Without intending to, he wound up in Deacon’s old land. Ever
since the guy had been killed, his final resting place being that pond
he was always fighting with James over, the place had been deserted.
Deacon’s pack had already left him, but now there was no alpha to
oversee the land or to bring in new wolves. The grass grew high, and
the small trailers and cottages were so dark and lacking any kind of
life that, in a strange way, they reminded Adam of graves.
He’d never been here before, and couldn’t help his curiosity.
Werewolves weren’t like vampires. They were hardly known for their
riches, and even though James’s land and the cottages on it were
nothing to write home about before Isaac showed up with all of his
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money, this place was downright depressing.
Adam wondered if it had been so lifeless before the end of
Deacon’s reign as well.
Most likely. That guy had been known for being a manipulative
prick.
Adam stepped farther into the long grass, not knowing what he
was searching for, when something tickled him inside of his nose, and
he stopped.
There were humans in the area. They had guns.
Adam stiffly turned, ready to wolf it out of there. If they hadn’t
seen him transform, then the fact that he was walking around naked
would be a dead giveaway to what he was.
And he’d been the idiot to come off the trail he was supposed to
be guarding.
A sharp something grabbed him by the ankle. He screamed and
went down, pain shooting up his leg. He reached down to grab at
whatever it was, and then had to take a look at the damage when he
felt metal under his fingertips.
It was a Goddamn bear trap! Those mother fucking—
A celebratory hoot sounded in the air, and Adam heard the
laughter of the hunters as they came out of their hiding place, their
boots crunching down on dry grass.
“Got ’im, boys! Let’s go pick him up,” the hunter who must have
been their leader said.
Shit! Shit, shit, shit!
Adam rolled, trying to disappear into the tall grass, but the bear
trap on his ankle tugged, and he released another small shout at the
jolt of hot fire that licked his wound.
They’d bolted the trap into the ground with a chain. Adam was
never getting it out and hiding before they came onto him.
And he didn’t.
The hunters, all of them wearing the kind of traditional hunting
gear that suggested they were out hunting ducks or deer or something,
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pushed the tall grass out of the way and stared down at him with wide
smiles on their faces.
One would have thought they really had bagged a deer instead of
humanoid creature.
There were three of them, and hillbillies the lot of them from the
sound of their accent.
“Got you good, did we, boy?” said their eldest, their leader, with a
gleam in his eyes. He took his cap off and rubbed his hand through his
short silver hair. “Good thing, too. Hot as shit outside.”
“We gonna skin ’im now, pa?” asked their youngest. Christ, the
kid barely looked twenty, if he was even that old.
“Not yet, son. See, we have to wait a bit. Make him change first,
and then we can skin him and sell his pelt.”
That didn’t sound like the self-righteous anger that usually came
with hunters.
These three were thrill seekers, nothing else.
Fantastic.
“They run out of wild boar, or whatever the hell it is you hunt
down in the South, that you fucking hicks have to come up here with
bear traps?” Adam said.
The other young man, who looked like he was maybe twenty-five,
came down on Adam hard with the butt of his riffle, and Adam saw
stars.
“You shut your mouth, wolf!” he snapped. “We know how
dangerous your kind is.”
“Don’t lose your temper now, Jimmy,” said their father. “Lose
your temper, and you lose your control to him.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tommy, you keep your rifle on him now. His leg is out, but his
hands are still free.”
The youngest boy did as his father told him and pointed his
smaller rifle at Adam’s face, cocking his weapon for effect. An empty
shell flew out of the side of the barrel. “If you try anything while my
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pa and brother are putting you in the truck, I’ll blow your head off,
mister.”
Adam had to find a way to get out of here. If they put him inside
any vehicle of theirs, then he would never been seen alive again. Or
seen, for that matter. His body would vanish, and no one would ever
find his corpse.
He had to wait for them to get the bear trap off his ankle. They
could do whatever they wanted to him until then, but he needed the
chain and the trap removed, otherwise he stood no chance.
He nodded to the boy, agreeing to be docile.
“Go get the rope, Jimmy,” said their father. Jimmy rushed off to
do as he was told.
These kids must have been boy scouts when they were younger,
he thought five minutes later as his hands were tied behind his back
and another small rope was shoved between his teeth and tied tightly
behind his head.
Just for the extra strength, the father came back with another rope
and tied his arms with them, too.
“Go round and round, and when you think you’re done, do it
another ten times.”
Jesus Christ.
The father left Adam to the care of his boys now that he was
safely tied up and came back with a pair of metal sheers.
He put them around the chain that had been nailed into the
ground, and Adam felt the snap of the metal reverberate all the way
into his bleeding wound.
“Don’t you worry ’bout that,” the old man said at Adam’s small
cry. “That’s gonna be the least of your worries in a couple of minutes.
Get his legs, Jimmy. Watch the trap.”
No! They were leaving the fucking bear trap on his foot?
He had no choice. Even with it still on, Adam had to struggle, to
fight to get away now that he was no longer chained to the ground.
“Easy, now. Easy,” said the father, as though he were offering
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comfort to an animal he was about to kill. Which he was.
Adam wouldn’t stop, not until Jimmy dropped his legs, and Adam
nearly bit through the rope they shoved into his mouth as he
screamed. He could feel the teeth of the bear trap sinking just a little
bit deeper into his ankle, scraping his bones, when that kid dropped
him and the trap clanged on the hard ground.
“Well, now, that’s what you get for being difficult about it,” said
the father, smiling down at Adam with all the paternal wisdom in the
world.
Adam glared at him, wishing something would come and knock
that stupid son of a bitch right off his high horse.
Something did. A huge black blur flew out from seemingly
nowhere, teeth clamping down on the old man’s neck and shoulder,
and he screamed and he was pushed down into the tall grass with the
monster on top of him, biting and clawing, both struggling with each
other.
“Pa!”
“Dad!”
Both boys screamed as they forgot all about Adam and ran to help
their father.
The black-haired werewolf must have run off, because Adam
could just see the commotion above the tall grass as the old man
stumbled to his feet and clutched at his bleeding neck, looking down
at all the red in his hand. His face turned the color purple.
He wasn’t going to die from his wounds, but he was severely
pissed off. “You think you can kill me that easily?” he shrieked,
spinning around, addressing the trees and still searching for wherever
the wolf who had bitten him had gone.
“I don’t die that easily! I’ve survived two wars!” he yelled. Then
he snatched the rifle from his youngest son and advanced on Adam.
Adam’s heart raced as his end came nearer to him. “I’ll kill him
right now! You think I give that much of a shit about a stinking wolf
pelt?”
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Again, the black wolf who had saved Adam’s life emerged from
the tall grass, this time his jaws clamping down on the gun, taking it
clean out of the old man’s hands, right before dropping it and running
straight for Jimmy.
The eldest boy stood there, frozen as the creature advanced on
him. He stood no chance as the wolf’s mouth locked down on his
head.
“No!” the old man screamed. He ran for the rifle first, then threw
down the two pieces of it he’d picked up. It was useless to him now.
He and Tommy then focused their efforts on chasing after the wolf
who was dragging away one of their own into the woods. Their
screams as they gave chase slowly disappeared into the distance, and
Adam was left alone.
That had happened so quickly, he was hesitant to move in case the
hunters would come back and remember that he was still there.
He waited a full sixty seconds, and still heard nothing. The
youngest boy, Tommy, must have had another weapon on him
because eventually the sound of a single gunshot cracked the air.
There was nothing after that at all, and Adam wondered if that wolf
had killed the kid.
He decided he didn’t care a lick about what happened to the little
punk after having a riffle pointed at his face, and he worked on
struggling out of his ropes.
Yeah, those young guys had definitely earned a badge in knot
tying. Adam could barely move no matter what he did, and his arms,
shoulders, and hands, anywhere with exposed flesh, began to bleed as
he attempted to loosen the ropes by rubbing them off somehow.
A low growl sounded only feet away, and a heavy paw came
down in the grass near his head.
Adam twisted and spun to see just as a huge black nose came
down on his face and inhaled deeply. Then the wolf made a small
whining sound and backed away.
Not an enemy then, Adam thought, sighing with the absolute
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relief that filled him.
The wolf remained gone for at least two minutes, and some of that
anxiety began to return. That wolf didn’t leave him here, did he?
But then a familiar voice, one that he had once adored so much
and never thought he would hear again, sounded in his ears.
“Adam. Is that you?”
Adam stiffened. There was no way. No. Way.
“It’s me, Nick.”
As though Adam could ever forget who he was.
Though a rope in the mouth hardly did anything to keep a hostage
quiet, it still muffled his words enough when he tried to reply.
Nick’s fingers touched down on Adam’s face, and his whole
body, heart, lungs, organs, everything inside him seemed to stop at
that touch.
It took every ounce of power he had over his body to keep from
shivering until Nick’s fingers finally stopped playing around and
removed the rope.
“Are you all right?” Nick asked.
Adam spat out the little fibers of rope that had stayed on his
tongue. “Of course not. I have a fucking bear trap on my ankle.”
“What?”
“Look!”
Adam lifted his leg as best he could, and Nick looked, though it
seemed as though he were looking past it instead of at it. His eyes
were a watered-down version of the chocolate color they once were.
There was no reaction on his face at all concerning his injury, but he
could clearly see it, otherwise he wouldn’t have come here to fight off
those hunters.
Maybe he just needed to get his glasses on. Nick always did have
bad eyesight.
“I’ll help you get that off in just a second.” Nick lifted Adam into
a sitting position then worked on the ropes that bound him.
“What happened to those hunters?” Adam asked.
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“Killed them.”
Adam hadn’t expected that answer. “The young one, too?”
“He would’ve just gone back to wherever he came from and told
more of his hunter friends there was a pack here.”
Made sense, hell, it was the only logical option. Still, Adam was
surprised. Nick was usually the one who left the hunters alive if he
could help it and if they looked young enough. Guess that guy had
passed the age bar.
“What are you doing here?”
His answer socked Adam in the gut. “James asked me here to
teach you lot proper tracking.”
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Chapter Three
It was a strange walk back, considering they were both naked, and
Adam’s injury meant he couldn’t do a whole lot of walking.
Getting that bear trap off his ankle had been more painful than
when the thing clamped on, and he felt bad for any bear who had seen
its use before he did.
Luckily, his ankle didn’t look ready to fall off, though it throbbed
and burned like a bitch, but supposedly that was a good thing. It
meant he was healing already.
He wished the healing process wasn’t so damn painful. Hopefully
Old Maggie would have some of her herbs with her for the pain.
To make matters worse, because his walking had been hindering
him so badly, Nick, without warning, scooped him up into his arms,
like Adam was some kind of damsel or something.
“Quit complaining. This is faster,” Nick grumbled.
Adam grumbled back at him. Whether it was faster or not was
debatable, considering how carefully Nick was walking through the
woods, as though they were on a leisurely stroll or something.
That wasn’t even Adam’s biggest concern.
They were both naked, and Nick was carrying Adam the way he
used to right before jumping into bed together.
He made sure to keep from looking Nick in the face, and
thankfully, Nick did the same. He didn’t want the other man seeing
the red that was, undoubtedly, climbing his neck. Nick used to say
that it went all the way to his ears whenever he was embarrassed
about something. He didn’t want Nick seeing it now.
“I didn’t know you were with Phillip’s pack,” Adam said, unable
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to keep his mouth shut while his naked ex-lover carried him around
like a bride.
“Yeah,” Nick said awkwardly. He didn't say anything else.
One town over. That meant for the last ten years, Adam had never
so much as caught a whiff of Nick, and he’d only been in a
neighboring pack one town over.
Nick really must not have wanted to see Adam in that whole time
for them to have never so much as seen each other even in passing
during all that time.
“Well, thanks for saving me. I’d like to walk before we get onto
DeWitt’s land. I don’t want anyone to see you carrying me like this.”
Nick nodded. “Understood.”
“And don’t tell anyone we used to be together either. It’s none of
their business.”
“Fine.”
Adam couldn’t take any more of this easy walking. They could
have been back so much sooner if Nick would just run, or even walk
faster. For a minute Adam thought they were about to go right into a
tree until Nick stopped three feet away from it then walked around.
“What’s wrong with you?” Adam asked, looking up at him again.
Nick stared straight ahead, not so much as glancing down to
acknowledge that Adam had said anything. “What?”
“You’re walking funny. What’s wrong with your eyes? Are you
having trouble seeing the trees?”
Now that he thought about it, they were in a forest, and Nick had
once told him that faraway objects were blurry without his glasses. He
definitely wasn’t wearing them now. Maybe all the trees around him
were blobbed together in his vision, and he couldn’t see them
properly without his glasses.
Made Adam wonder about James’s decision to bring Nick here to
begin with.
Nick’s chest heaved with the heavy sigh he made, but he still
wouldn’t look down into Adam’s face.
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“You’re going to find out about this eventually. I thought you
would’ve known after it was announced I was coming, but clearly you
didn’t.”
Know what? “They never said who was coming. At least not to
me.” He wasn’t about to admit that that could have been due to his
sulking around ever since James said he would be bringing in
someone to help hone their hunting and tracking skills. Christ, Nick’s
name could have been announced during one of the meetings he’d
missed. Shit.
“Well, everyone else knows. I was already at the pack to drop off
my things. James and the others were much more polite than you are
now.”
Adam saw red. “So you decided to go on a run before class
started?”
“I wanted to get a feel for the land before I began teaching anyone
else how to behave on it. You all know these woods better than I do.
I’m at a disadvantage here.”
“It can’t be that different in Brampton,” Adam said.
Nick’s lips quirked. “Different enough that I have to walk around
like this, at least until I turn back into my wolf and my scent and
hearing sharpens again.”
Adam waited. Nick was clearly stalling. “So, what is it that I don’t
know?”
Nick stopped walking, licked his lips, and sighed again before
looking down into Adam’s face. “Can’t you tell?”
Adam looked, but he could put nothing together except for the
strange color of his eyes. “Is your sight worse?” he asked.
Nick nodded. “Yes, you could say that.”
“Could say?”
“I’m blind, Adam. I can’t see anything right now.”
“What?” Adam deadpanned. For a second he didn't believe it.
Nick nodded again. “Yeah. I know.”
Adam waved a hand in front of Nick’s eyes, and Nick frowned, as
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though annoyed. “I still know when people do things like that. And I
don’t like it.”
“But how—”
“We’re werewolves, Adam,” Nick said. “We already have
superior senses. Humans say that when they go blind everything else
picks up the slack for them. Imagine that with werewolf hearing,
scent, touch, everything.”
Adam looked around, noting the trees and bushes they were not
bumping into. The fallen twigs and branches on the ground that Nick
was not tripping over, but still carefully avoiding.
“Jesus Christ,” he said. “When did this happen?”
Nick suddenly put Adam back onto his feet. His one foot really.
Adam was not about to let any pressure onto his injured ankle. “We’re
close enough that you can walk now. Unless you want someone from
your pack walking by and seeing me carrying you.”
Adam looked up. Recognizing these specific trees and bushes, and
that fallen log over there, he knew that Nick was indeed right. They
were close, but not close enough for Adam to pick up any scents or
sounds that could potentially be coming from the rest of the pack.
“How much has your hearing improved?”
Adam allowed Nick to take him by the arm and put it over his
shoulder, allowing Adam to lean onto him as they both hobbled along.
“Well enough that I could hear the heartbeat of those hunters from
a mile away, hear your scream from even farther than that, and then
smell your blood from trap. I’ve never smelled your blood before.”
No. He hadn’t. That would explain his surprise when he sniffed
Adam's face and got his scent.
“That’s why James wants you here? To teach us how to better use
our ears and noses?”
“Bingo,” Nick said on a small chuckle.
Adam was at a complete loss for words, and he and Nick walked
until the sounds of the construction happening on the small cottages
reached Adam’s ears, the smell of sawdust and oil, and the sounds of
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the children playing.
Nick stopped before they could step out of the shade of the trees.
“I’m going to transform here. Hold on to my fur, and we’ll keep
going.”
“Right.” Nick always had been the shy type.
With Nick now in wolf form and the pups safe from seeing
anything on him, Adam was led into the center of the houses.
Omegas stopped what they were doing as he and Nick passed by.
The scent of blood and Adam’s hobble were obvious to them. James
was coming to meet them before they could even get to the main
house.
“What happened?” he demanded, looking down at Nick, whose
eyes were as pale and sightless in his wolf form as they had been
when he was a man.
“Hunters,” Adam said. “They put up some bear traps by Deacon’s
old land. We’ll have to send someone over there to clean them up in
case there’s more.”
James nodded. “We’ll deal with that in a minute. Come on inside,
and I’ll call Maggie to have a look at you.”
Eli came forward and let Adam lean onto him instead of the wolf.
Adam watched Nick’s reaction, noting how not surprised he was
when Adam’s weight left his back.
He knew that someone else was stepping forward by the scent of
the man and sounds of his coming steps.
He really had mastered his other senses.
It was too bad Adam hadn’t mastered his emotions or his desire
for the other man as much as he thought he had. For the first time in a
long time, he felt a depressing sinking feeling in his stomach, and all
because he was being led away from Nick.
* * * *
Nick felt sorry for Adam. He heard the screams of his former
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lover all the way from the cabin James had offered him as Old
Maggie, their wise woman, disinfected Adam’s injury and wrapped it.
From the smell of it, so strong that it made its way all the way into
Nick’s room, it was pure alcohol they were using on him.
Ouch.
Doctors and real medicines weren’t the kind of things packs came
by easily. Anything that required a prescription? Yeah, good luck
getting your hands on that stuff. It was all over-the-counter stuff or
nothing at all.
Which was the reason Nick had gone blind. He was sure of it.
Phillip’s wise woman, Beatrice, had transformed one day and
growled at him, nipping along his nose and brows, as though trying to
remove something that was not there, something that was hurting him
behind the scenes.
Sometimes the instincts of a transformed werewolf weren’t that
different from a real animal. Nick had heard of cases of pets attacking
their owners’ legs, chests, and whatnot, not out of spite or anger, but
because they were trying to bite out something on the inside that was
harming the owner. In all the cases Nick had researched, this was
usually a cancerous tumor they were trying to remove. Looking back
on it, he could see that Beatrice's reaction was pretty much the same.
Her wolf had been trying to remove whatever it was that had been
destroying his eyes.
Beatrice was as blind then as Nick was now, and to this day she
relied solely on her other senses to get around.
Those heightened senses and the instincts of her wolf were how
she’d known something was wrong with Nick. Cataracts most likely,
and because he was a werewolf, seeing any sort of doctor was out of
the question. They would look into his eyes and know something
wasn’t right with him that had nothing to do with cataracts.
They
would see his wolf eyes.
That first year, becoming used to total darkness, had been a
complete bitch, and he had been a miserable bastard for every day of
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it.
By the end, he could barely see more than light and some colors
anyway, but not until the day he woke up, tried to turn on his lamp but
couldn’t, and then slowly realized that the warm heat on his skin was
sunlight that he couldn’t see did he completely lose his mind to the
rage that had been building inside him.
The lamp and his window were shattered seconds later.
Had it not been for Beatrice, he probably would have killed
himself, and he would always be grateful to her for not giving up on
him.
Today’s lesson had been put on hold because of Adam’s injury
and the need to clean up those hunter traps, so Nick decided to pull
out one of the books Beatrice had given him and read a bit before the
real work began.
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Chapter Four
Adam was still having a hard time believing it, and when Old
Maggie―the evil bitch―finally released him from her care with a
smile and a pat on the hand after all the pure alcohol she’d poured
into the punctures on his ankle, he made his way over to one of the
smaller cabins where Nick was to stay.
This house was more of a shack until just recently. No one had
used it in a while, and there was only one small bedroom, with a
living room and an old kitchenette inside. Apparently Nick had
requested this to make his days and nights easier. Fewer people who
didn’t understand to not move his things about where he couldn’t find
them, no children to get underfoot, and privacy.
Nick Larosa was always the private sort.
Because of this, James and Isaac had worked to make the shack
more livable while Nick stayed. It was still ugly as shit on the outside,
though Nick wouldn’t care because he couldn’t see it, but the roof had
been repaired to prevent leaks, the walls redone, new furniture and
counter tops placed inside, the exterior painted, the whole nine yards.
The door wasn’t kept locked, which was a good thing. The
curtains on the left side of the small house were shut, so that meant
Nick was in the bedroom.
Adam didn’t want to announce himself. He just wanted to see the
other man with his own eyes and not have to worry about making
awkward conversation, and even though Nick was blind, Adam didn’t
want Nick looking at him with those sightless eyes, the eyes that were
still as uncaring as they had been the last time Adam had seen them.
He stepped quietly inside, the carpet muffling the sound of his
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feet, one heavily wrapped, and the other bare. The cane he used to
keep his balance also made no sound.
It was as quiet as death in here. There was a radio, and James had
found an old TV for the sitting room, but they weren’t on. Adam
didn’t understand the need for the TV at all. Maybe Nick just liked
listening to the shows.
The small bathroom was behind the kitchenette, and aside from
that, the bedroom was the only other door in the tiny square house. It
was the equivalent of being inside a one-bedroom apartment, so
Adam walked over.
The door was already open. Nick was sitting in a chair in the
corner by the window. A blank book was sitting in his lap.
At first Adam thought he was just holding it, staring off into space
the way people did when they were thinking. He wasn’t sleeping. His
eyes were open.
Then Adam noticed the way Nick’s fingers gently moved over the
pages, and the tiny bumps that pimpled the paper became more
prominent.
He was reading. His eyesight really was gone.
Nick blinked. “What are you doing here?”
Everything inside of Adam froze up in mortification and fear.
Without answering he turned and started for the door.
“Wait!”
Yeah right.
He would have made it in time if it weren’t for the stupid cane and
his goddamn ankle, pulsing with every rushed step he took, but it
slowed him down considerably. Nick grabbed him by the shoulder
before he could make it to the door, and he spun him around, gripping
his arms.
“Why did you come here?”
Adam wanted to shove him off, but then Nick would know what
an effect his touch was having on him. “How did you know it was
me?”
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“I’m familiar with your scent again.”
Right. Stupid question.
“Why did you come here?” Nick asked again.
Goddamn him. Adam couldn’t lie. “I just—I wanted to see you.”
Nick released his arms, his mouth popping open in clear surprise.
“That shocks you?” Adam asked.
“I thought for sure you wouldn’t want to come anywhere near
me.”
Adam couldn’t help the anger that spilled into his voice, and he
was glad Nick couldn’t see his sneer. “Why would that be, I wonder?”
“Adam, please don’t,”
“Don’t what? You were the one who left me without saying why.
Now you’re back, and I’m supposed to follow your orders because
James said so?”
“Yes,” Nick snapped back. “You will follow my orders because
your pack alpha is commanding it.”
Adam looked away from him. He wanted to punch him. Would
punching a blind man who deserved it be wrong? Nick would
probably catch his fist like the ninja he was before he could land a hit
anyway.
“Adam,” Nick said, his voice soft and gentle, his hands back to
touching his shoulders in the way he used to do whenever he was
trying to calm him down. “What happened, that was ten years ago
now. Maybe you should let that go.”
Adam shoved Nick’s hands away. “Easy for you to say, prick. I
thought we were mated to each other.”
Nick made his surprised face again.
“Yeah,” Adam said. “I know it didn’t mean anything to you
except that you wanted something shove your dick into, but it meant
something to me, and then you left and told me not to follow you.”
“You—” Nick cleared his throat. “I’m sorry that happened to you,
Adam. I didn’t realize you felt that way.”
“I did,” Adam snapped. He still did. But they couldn’t be mated,
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there was just no way. Nick wouldn’t have left him if they were, and
they were both alpha males.
Two males was rare enough, but two alphas coming together,
whether it be a male alpha to a female alpha or two male alphas, was
just in its own other category.
The personalities would clash too much for them to be a proper
fit, and right now, Adam and Nick were clashing.
Adam wanted to hit Nick, and Nick was clearly struggling not to
shake some sense into Adam, something that made Adam want to
attack him all the more.
Then he realized that they were both saying nothing at all. Adam
was just staring at Nick, and Nick’s breathing had gone heavy.
Fuck, Adam was aroused. His cock had gone hard as they yelled
at each other, and Nick could smell it.
Looking down, he saw how Nick was in a similar state.
That was one of the things they enjoyed about each other.
Whenever they fought with each other, it always led to Adam’s
bedroom or a private glen where they could get naked and fuck. Even
then it would be a battle over who would top the other.
They were both alphas, after all.
Nick’s hands came up. The calloused fingers touched Adam’s
throat, gripping his neck and shoulders in a way Adam hadn’t known
in years. It felt familiar and good.
“Adam, I—”
“Fuck it.”
They both came together, lips clashing, hands gripping. His mouth
was as soft as Adam remembered it. He also recalled the way that
mouth felt wrapped around his cock, and his dick gave a needy throb
in response.
Soon. He was getting to that very soon.
They might not even make it back to Nick’s bedroom, what with
the way they were tearing at each other’s clothes. Adam unclasped his
belt and got his pants down to his knees, and without so much as
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asking or giving Nick any sort of signal, the other man knew what he
wanted as he fell to his knees and sucked Adam’s cock between his
lips.
Adam gripped his shoulders with one hand. The other he used to
cover his mouth, keeping the sounds he was making in check, not
wanting anyone to come over and see what all the commotion was.
He thrust his hips against Nick’s mouth, hardly giving him any
time to adjust, but Nick practically deep-throated him on the first go.
He always had been good at this.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Adam moaned, thrusting and fucking Nick’s
mouth. “I missed you so fucking much.”
Nick’s response was to grab Adam around the hips and sink down
until his nose was right into Adam’s pubic hair. Then he pulled back
until only the head of Adam’s cock remained between those pink lips
of his, and then he sank back down. Again and again.
Adam moaned low in his throat. He wanted nothing better than to
ram his cock down Nick’s throat as hard and fast as he could go. He
wanted to claim the other man as his, the way he’d wanted to do back
when they were both still twenty years old, but he couldn’t. Even in
anger he couldn’t do something like that.
Instead, he just focused on the building pleasure and how good
Nick’s warm mouth and tongue felt against his rigid prick.
He fought against his orgasm, as hard as he could and for as long
as he could. He prevented its arrival until it finally swept through him,
rushing out of him. Nick caught every drop of his cum in his mouth
and swallowed it down.
Adam had to lean heavily on Nick’s shoulders after that. His one
foot was still not ready for all the weight of his body, and the other
was shaking after his release. His cane had dropped to the floor.
Adam vaguely wondered when that had happened.
Nick got to his feet, and his palm found Adam’s cheek before
pulling him into a long, deep kiss.
Adam had only ever tasted himself on Nick’s tongue before. It
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was something he’d never done with anyone else, something too
intimate to share. He’d missed it. He wrapped his arms around Nick’s
shoulders, and Nick did the same to him, both of them holding each
other until Nick took Adam’s hand and pulled it down to the firm
space between his legs.
“You can return the favor now if you want.”
He did want, even though a tiny, evil part of him in the back of his
mind thought about how funny it would be if he just walked out,
leaving Nick horny and wanting, without an explanation, almost the
same way Nick had done to him ten years earlier.
Adam still wanted him though, and he took the frustration he still
felt on Nick by gripping him by the button-down he wore and pushing
him back until they both fell on top of each other on the floral couch.
“Forgot how pushy you can be,” Nick said, his voice breathy, and
a smile touched the lips that had just been around Adam’s dick.
“You’re about to be reminded. Hold still,” Adam commanded,
undoing Nick’s belt and shoving down his jeans until they were both
naked at the midsection.
They humped and thrust against each other like virgin teens,
enjoying the slide of flesh against flesh. Already Adam’s erection was
back, and he rocked his pelvis against Nick’s, the moaning and
keening of the other man that much more of a turn-on, making him
pick up the pace, already desperate to come again.
He wished he was psychic so he could have prepared for this. He
wished he wasn’t so fucking horny that he could just stop this
ridiculous thing he was doing before he undoubtedly hurt himself, and
he wished there was something they could use for lube nearby so that
they could stop playing around like this and just fuck each other like
they used to.
Make do with what you have, and all that.
“Oh! Adam!” Nick threw his head back into the ugly couch
cushions, his thighs squeezing Adam’s hips as they both tried for
harder friction.
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Nick came only two thrusts before Adam did. Nick’s mouth
opened in a breathy exhale as his cock released all over his stomach.
Adam kissed him, diving his tongue inside once more, and Nick
groaned his pleasure.
They both became still when the high left them, and Adam was
the first to get up. He found the paper towels on the small counter,
ripped a couple off, and returned to the couch were Nick was still
lying, blinking dozily.
So the secret to making this master tracker and killer clock out
was to give him a good orgasm, was it? Adam would have to
remember that.
“Hold still,” Adam said as Nick reached his hand out to take the
paper towels from him.
Adam got to his knees next to the couch and cleaned him off. He
tossed the paper towels into a wastebasket nearby. He couldn’t resist
bending down and kissing Nick’s perfect chest, sucking one of his
brown nipples into his mouth.
Nick gasped, his hand reaching into Adam’s hair, the fingers
threading through it. “Do you—” He swallowed. “Do you want to try
and make it work?”
Adam stopped what he’d been doing, his entire body freezing up
at the quiet question.
Nick released Adam’s hair, letting his hand fall back onto his
stomach. “Forget I asked.”
“No,” Adam said. “I mean, I think it’ll be better if we just stay
like this for a little while. No strings.”
Nick nodded. “Okay, sounds fair.”
Fair. Was it? Adam didn’t know. All he’d ever had since Nick left
him were casual affairs, but those had been with people he knew he
would never end up seeing again. Nick was different. Did Adam just
want to make this some meaningless thing?
The answer was yes. Nick would be leaving again to go back to
his pack, eventually. He was only here because James and Phillip had
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come together and arranged this to help James out during his pack’s
time of need.
Until that time when Nick left him again, Adam would take what
he could get and be happy with that.
The unfortunate thing was that, in a casual relationship like this,
enjoying the postcoital buzz by snuggling into the arms of the man he
loved was out of the question. That was too intimate, more so than
putting his cock in Nick’s mouth or rocking against him until they
both came.
So Adam cleaned himself off, straightened his clothes, grabbed
his cane, and headed for the door.
“See you tomorrow,” Nick said.
Whether he meant during the training session or their private time
together that would undoubtedly follow, Adam couldn’t be sure.
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Chapter Five
Nick wasn’t just a skilled warrior. He really was the definition of
a master. During his first lesson, more of a lecture to the group of
alphas lined up before him, James included, one of the alphas,
Markus, had decided to have a little test.
James had watched the man, in wolf form, sneak up from behind.
They had all seen it, but it was only after James nodded his head,
allowing his permission for Markus to attempt to attack Nick from
behind, that he quietly continued to pad his way up behind Nick, eyes
focused and eager, before he pounced on their new teacher.
Nick had quickly stepped aside, avoiding Markus’s black claws
by inches, and had then calmly smacked him on the back with the
white walking stick he carried around.
Clearly he didn’t need it, and it was only for show, considering
how well he could still sense his surroundings, but it was the easiest
way to remind everyone in front of him that he wasn’t faking it. He
really had no eyesight, and Markus returned to the lineup with the
dozen or so other alphas with his head bent down against the snickers.
Adam had never been so impressed in his life.
He wasn’t so eager when he was forcefully volunteered to go up
and be Nick’s guinea pig. Adam was the first to do it, but then
everyone else had to go ahead and suffer the same fate one by one.
Nick pulled out a heavy-duty blindfold, something that looked
like it came from a sex shop or something, with the leather buckles at
the back and the round foam pads that would completely cover the
eyes.
Adam could see nothing at all when it went over his face. His first
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instinct was to take it off and see what was going on around him. He
hated wearing it.
He hated it even more when Nick, uncaring to Adam’s still
healing injuries, had taken his walking stick and smacked Adam in
the thigh with it.
He’d yelped and jumped back. Because of the weakness in his one
ankle, he would’ve fallen onto his ass had Nick not reached out his
hand and caught him, putting him back on his feet until he could
properly stand once more.
“You will all notice,” Nick said, circling around Adam. “That
your hearing, sense of smell, touch, and taste, even your sight if you
allow it, are all stronger than you think they are.”
“I thought werewolf senses were already strong.” That was Isaac’s
voice. He was not an alpha. He wasn't even a werewolf, but he was a
former hunter and had asked to be here during Nick’s lesson.
“They are,” Nick answered, “but the same way you rely too much
on your vision to tell you certain things, so do these alphas. They
don’t need to be blind to sharpen their other senses further, which
could save their lives if a hunter is ever sneaking up behind them
while they’re distracted by something else they’re looking at.”
Another smack with the walking stick, this time to the top of
Adam’s head. The crack resounded in his ears, and the pain was sharp
and annoying. “Ow!” He grabbed the top of his head, protecting it
with his hands.
Nick just smacked his hands, and Adam yelped again, pulling his
hands away and shaking the pain from his fingers.
“So your plan is to hit me while I’m blindfolded until I can hear
your attack coming?” Adam asked, annoyed.
“Basically, yes.”
The alphas chuckled as Nick smacked Adam in the ribs with the
walking stick. Adam tried to reach out and snatch the thing away,
wanting to break it, but his hands found nothing but air.
“It’s not just your hearing you can improve. Concentrate hard on
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what’s going on around you. There’s no breeze today, but if you focus
yourself, you will be able to feel the way the wind shifts, just a little,
as I swing my weapon close enough to your body that you’ll be able
to tell where my next attack is coming from.”
“Why do that when I can hear the whoosh of the walking stick?”
“That’s using only one of your senses. Use as many as you can, at
least two at a time, and you’ll master this much faster.”
Another swing, more of that whooshing sound as it came toward
him, and Adam did indeed feel a slight shift in the air near his face.
He arched his back, bending backward only enough to avoid the strike
that would have come down on his cheek.
The impressed murmurs coming from the rest of the pack told him
his deduction had been correct. Nick had swung for his face that time.
“You can take off the blindfold now.”
Adam did, blinking against the light that suddenly looked so much
brighter, considering it was a cloudy day.
Nick was smiling at him. “You can get back into the lineup.
Anyone else want to step forward?”
James was the next to go. Then Derek, then Morgan, and for the
fun of it, Isaac tried, too, and did pretty well. Everyone had a go, and
no one was allowed to leave the imaginary circle they’d all made
when it came to Nick’s lessons, not until they’d managed to skillfully
avoid one of his swings.
It was nearly sundown by the time class was dismissed, and after a
quick shower, Adam sought out Nick in the woods, where he was
reading more of that braille book he’d brought with him. Or maybe it
was a different one. He couldn’t tell.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
Of course Nick didn’t jump from being startled. Adam was
beginning to wonder if it was possible to sneak up on him at all.
“The Art of War,” Nick replied.
“Really?” Adam came over to see, but there was nothing on those
open pages to tell him that Nick was telling the truth.
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“Really.” Nick shut the pages of his book and set it aside.
While Adam had thought he’d done pretty well on his first day’s
lesson, he wasn’t nearly at the skill level that Nick was yet to tell if
anyone was in hearing distance of them. Maybe Nick had come all the
way out here on purpose.
“Come here, Adam.”
He did, but he didn’t sit down on the dried-up fallen log where
Nick was. Nick seemed fine with that as he palmed Adam between
the legs and kissed his stomach.
Adam’s cock instantly filled with blood, swelling more than it
ever had before.
“Did I hurt you today?” Nick asked, lifting Adam’s shirt and
planting a gentle kiss over his belly button.
Only my pride.
“No.”
He felt Nick’s smile against his skin. “Liar. Want me to make it
better?”
Oh, well, in that case.
“Yes.”
* * * *
Nick was a little embarrassed to admit it, but he’d never had
anyone after Adam. There was that long stretch where he was too
miserable and crabby for anyone to even consider him after he’d lost
his sight, the depression that followed, and then the period of intense
training he’d done with Beatrice and Philip to bring himself back to
the warrior he was.
All of that had taken him years, but after, it had been his own
choice to be alone. He would rather spend his time hunting than
dating. Getting to know someone else’s body through touch alone was
just too much to deal with, too intimate a thing for him to share.
He also didn’t want to even think about going for any one-night
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stands. Not with someone he couldn’t see. Which meant that, for the
longest time, his hand had been his only companion.
With Adam, though, even though he was positive this
arrangement was only temporary, Nick could still see him.
Every time he put his hands on the other man, no matter where his
fingers touched, he could see him, just the way Adam had been the
last time Nick had touched him like this. The shape of his stomach
muscles was roughly the same, if only a little bigger, and his cock felt
the same in Nick’s mouth.
Maybe that was why Nick liked getting on his knees for Adam so
much. He wanted to feel the man shudder for him just the way he
used to before coming into Nick’s mouth. Nick wanted to taste that
familiar flavor of him and wanted to share that with Adam right
before he fucked him.
This time, he was going to fuck him. He'd been prepared for when
Adam followed him out here.
Adam grabbed Nick by the back of the head, the tugging on his
hair almost painful as Adam’s legs shuddered, his hips pumping in
jerky movements. “I’m gonna come,” he warned.
That was exactly what Nick wanted. He grabbed onto Adam’s
hips, not allowing the other man to pull away, and he tightened the
inside of his mouth, sucking back harder, and though his tongue,
cheeks, and jaw were aching like they hadn’t in ten years, he kept
right on going until Adam groaned and spilled himself into Nick’s
throat.
Adam hadn’t brought his cane today, though when Nick reached
his hand down, he could still feel the cotton bandage wrapped heavily
around his ankle.
Still a little tender then, which explained why Adam had nearly
fallen back during Nick’s lesson. Because of that, Nick was careful to
not put any of his weight against Adam as he lifted himself to his feet.
Adam eagerly kissed him, and Nick loved the feeling of those
arms sliding around his shoulders. He loved this man. If only he
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hadn’t fucked it up so that they had to come together like this. Like
they were hiding from the rest of the world.
Nick enjoyed kissing. It was one of his favorite things. Adam’s
pillow-soft lips were something he’d fantasized about on and off
again ever since they’d parted ways, and now he couldn’t get enough.
“Get on your knees.” Nick growled.
Adam growled back, and Nick relished the opportunity to battle
over who would be topping the other.
And it was a battle. No punches were thrown, no biting and no
scratching, no blood. This wasn’t a war, but enough of a struggle had
to ensue before each of their respective inner alphas was satisfied that
enough of a fight had been put up for dominance.
There were times when Adam won, and then most of the other
times Nick had won. Very few times did they bother to make an adult
decision about it beforehand. It just wasn’t as much fun that way.
Nick won their wrestling match this go around, ducking down and
hooking his arms around Adam’s knees, hauling him off his feet
before slamming him onto his back into the soft moss beneath them.
When he had the other man safely pinned, Nick gently put his
hand to Adam’s throat, feeling the way the other man turned it,
exposing it more to him, offering him the submission that he’d
rightfully won.
“You always were a cheat,” Adam muttered halfheartedly.
“You always were predictable,” Nick countered.
Adam always did leave his legs open for attack. Nick may or may
not have to let him in on this weakness of his in their next lesson
together. Unfortunately, that would also mean Nick would have to
give up his secret formula for besting him during these private
matches.
Maybe he would just keep this bit to himself.
Once the dominant was decided upon, they both ripped at each
other’s clothing, nipping kisses for every article that was removed.
Adam got Nick’s shirt off and tossed it above their heads. Sounded
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like it landed in the bush just to the north of them. Nick would have to
keep track of where everything was. He doubted Adam was doing it.
Adam’s skin was hot, his fingers eagerly tracing around the lines
of scars that Nick had acquired over the years, most of which were
fine and barely there. It wasn’t often that a hunter could get the jump
on him with any silver-plated weapon, after all.
Then Adam’s hand flattened and slipped under the waist of Nick’s
pants, finding his cock and gripping it, stroking it.
Nick kissed the side of Adam’s mouth, lifting himself up enough
to reach into his pocket before his pants were tossed aside as well.
The lube was there. Actually, it was a small tube of moisturizer.
Had he known he and Adam would be doing this, he would have
brought the real thing. But he’d tried this brand on his own skin, and
it would serve.
He slathered his fingers, found Adam’s hole, and dipped them in.
Tight. He was nice and tight. Nick doubted Adam had remained as
chaste as Nick had, but he hadn’t had anyone in a while. Good.
Adam made little sounds of encouragement, and Nick thrust in a
third finger.
“Fuck, that feels nice,” Adam said.
The last time he and Nick were together, Adam had said that he’d
missed him. He wondered if he could get Adam to say anything else if
he got him wound up enough.
Spreading his legs further apart ever so slightly, Nick took hold of
Adam’s cock and stroked it in time with his thrusting fingers. Adam
keened, the same sound Nick remembered that he used to make
whenever Nick touched him like this.
“Oh, God, keep doing that!”
“You like that, baby?” Nick cooed.
“Yes,” Adam hissed, humping into Nick’s hand and fingers.
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” he begged.
Just the sound of his voice was enough to make Nick’s dick pulse
and swell with need. He wished he could see Adam’s face. Watch as
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his mouth opened and eyes screwed shut as he was pleasured. The
way his body would tighten up as Nick—
“Nick! Stop messing around and do it!” Adam demanded.
Right, back to business. Nick removed his fingers, added a little
more of the moisturizer to his hand, and slathered it onto his cock. He
pumped himself only twice before guiding his prick into Adam’s
asshole.
He was warm and tight, the ring of muscle gripping Nick’s dick
just the way he liked and remembered.
He couldn’t help it. He thrust inside as far as he could go, until his
balls touched down on Adam’s ass, and then he came inside of him.
Adam held onto him while the spasm rocked his body, and then
his heartbeat slowed back to normal.
“Fuck, sorry,” he said.
“Don’t worry,” Adam said, kissing his mouth, his neck. “Give it a
minute.”
Adam, it seemed, wasn’t up for waiting even that long. His
roaming fingers kept on rubbing a sensual trail up and down Nick’s
back. Those soft lips of his—were they as pink as he remembered?—
continued kissing and suckling on his neck and shoulder.
Adam reached down between them and grabbed his cock. He
played with it, moaning these sweet little sounds that had Nick’s
blood pumping before the full minute was up.
Slowly, he began rocking against Adam’s ass, just enough to
encourage his cock into a full erection, and soon their bodies were
punching together, their breaths coming out laboured, and Adam was
fighting back his groans of pleasure into Nick’s ears.
It felt so fucking good, and now that he’d already come once, he
was able to go longer this time, jerking his hips sharply, ramming his
cock inside of Adam’s body as far as it would go. Adam held him
tightly, keeping their bodies as pressed together as possible while they
made love.
Nick had wanted this for so long. He couldn’t be bothered with
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keeping quiet. It was too good, too right.
“Wait, stop,” Adam said, touching Nick’s shoulder and shifting
out from under him.
Nick’s heart did a horrific little flip until Adam turned himself
around, positioning himself onto his knees. “Keep going,” he said.
Nick grabbed him by the hips and did just that. His balls smacked
against the flesh of Adam’s thighs and balls as he thrust in and out of
him, sending jolts of pleasure up his body.
All he could hear from Adam were the sounds he made as Nick
fucked him. He couldn’t even remember their trysts being this
passionate, this desperate, and soon Nick was moving his hips
impossibly fast just to reach the end.
Then he was there.
He still pumped his hips as the spams of pleasure raced through
him, until he finally collapsed against Adam’s back.
He’d been so caught up in his own pleasure that he couldn’t even
tell if Adam had come or not. He reached around and found his
answer, and then stroked his lover until Adam groaned low in his
throat and spurted in Nick’s hand.
Nick could hear Adam’s heartbeat, could hear the way it slowed
down, the way his panting breathing became normal again.
He also heard the deep sniff Adam made, and then scented the salt
in the air.
“Adam?” he asked, easing out of him.
He reached forward, with the hand that was not sticky with
Adam’s release, to touch his face. His fingers had just found
something wet when Adam scrambled away.
Nick couldn’t believe it. “Adam, are you crying?”
“Of course not!” Adam snapped. His footsteps were loud as they
cracked over dry grass and twigs, snatching up his clothing from
where he’d tossed it.
Nick got to his feet and tried to go to him, but Adam kept on
ducking away. “Adam, what’s the matter? What’s wrong?”
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“Just leave me alone,” Adam snapped, his clothes rustling as he
got them on and marched away.
Nick let him go. Adam was no longer his to follow.
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Chapter Six
Adam wondered if Nick had realized what he’d said. If he did, he
was an asshole. If he didn’t, then he was still an asshole.
Nick had come, and then he had to destroy the fun they were
having by telling Adam that he loved him.
That stupid, idiotic prick.
Adam’s response had been to start crying like a little bitch and run
away. He still was trying to figure out why he’d done that.
Nick had told him that he loved him. That had been something
Adam had wanted to hear more than anything else in the entire world.
Christ, he would have given the world just to hear it.
But Nick had been the one to leave him, not the other way around.
It wasn’t fair for him to come back and say something like that when
they both knew he was going to be leaving for his pack again once
these ridiculous lessons ended.
Adam’s response had been to pretend he’d never heard the
declaration at all. Lessons continued as normal. The alphas practiced
improving their sense of smell and hearing, touch and taste, without
their eyes to aid them.
Sometimes Nick would take away their blindfolds and have them
practice without them, and in a strange way, that made the lessons
harder.
And after each lesson, Adam and Nick still met up, either in his
small cottage or somewhere private in the woods to fight, fuck, and
then return to the pack as though nothing were going on between
them.
It was driving Adam insane, and he was still reeling from what
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Nick had told him, and Adam was still debating on whether or not he
should do anything about it.
* * * *
“Is there anything going on between you and Adam?”
Not many people could sneak up on Nick or startle him. The
question had definitely startled him.
He had to tread carefully here. James was Adam’s pack leader. If
he decided he didn’t want a blind wolf in any sort of relationship with
one of his alphas, whether it be romantic or just casual, he could force
Nick to leave the property and go back to Phillip.
“Why do you ask, sir?”
“I’m not an idiot. I notice when one of my alphas starts acting
differently. Mostly right before he follows you into the woods five
minutes after you’ve gone, or goes into the cabin I offered you, stays
there for several minutes, and then leaves in a pretty big hurry. And
you have been teaching us to use our noses and ears more than we
have.”
Nick stopped. “Sir, I can explain.”
“No explanations necessary.”
And here it came. The talk of how James was grateful for Nick’s
help, but he was still a blind wolf, and he couldn’t have that in his
pack, and thank you for coming, give my best to Phillip.
James slapped his shoulder. “Just take good care of him, y’hear?
He was never very social before, and really isn’t much better now, but
if you’re good for him, then you have my blessing.”
Nick could hardly believe his ears, and they’ve been his most
trusted companions since his eyes decided to abandon him. “R–
really?”
“Of course.” James’s voice gave off confusion, as if he couldn’t
understand why Nick would be so shocked at his easy acceptance to
Nick’s almost relationship with Adam.
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“I don’t know what you’ve had to deal with, or what you’ve
heard, but I like to think I’m a little different from other pack
leaders,” James said. “I’m mated to a male, for one thing, and I don’t
plan on having any pups for that.”
“Sir?” Nick asked, trying to see where this was going.
“I’m just saying that, I know a lot of alphas wouldn’t want to see a
blind wolf in their pack because they would be worried about…” He
trailed off.
Nick took some pity and finished for him. “Contaminated blood?”
James cleared his throat. “Yes, well, something like that.”
Not just something like that. Nick was lucky to have Phillip for a
pack leader. Any other pack would have tossed Nick out to fend for
himself the second his eyesight had left him completely. Nor would
they want him mating with any of their females for fear of producing
pups with similar eye problems. In a world where a doctor’s visit was
a fantasy, that was a big deal.
“Well, Adam is not a female,” James said, continuing on. “So it’s
not like you can pass down any genetic eye problems to any pups.
Even if he was, I wouldn’t say anything about the both of you
wanting something together. You’re a good wolf. You’re teaching my
alphas a thing or two that could help us with our hunter problems. I’d
be very honored if you were to mate with one of my own.”
Nick’s throat swelled. He hoped that it wouldn’t be obvious in his
voice.
“Thank you, sir.”
“No worries,” James said, and they both went on their way, yet
Nick still couldn’t help the feeling of dread pitted in his stomach.
James had almost been correct in his assumptions. He and Adam
were seeing each other, but clearly, it was nothing that Adam wanted
to pursue.
Nick had no idea what he was supposed to do about that.
During their little chat, James had gone on to explain just why his
pack in particular was having such a problem with hunters lately, and
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in one case, even werewolves from other packs.
Apparently, one hunter had tried to kidnap and torture his mate,
and right before James killed him, the hunter had informed him that
he had summoned other hunters, revealing the whereabouts to his
pack land to them.
Nick had never been a hunter, and there was little information
about how they worked, but then James introduced him to Isaac. The
only human on the land and a former hunter.
“Basically, they set up these little groups, sometimes over the
Internet, sometimes they meet up. It’s like a club or something,
usually involving anywhere from thirty to fifty members, and that’s
not including the casual hunters. Hunters who worked alone but liked
going to those little group sessions once in a while for the gossip on
possible pack locations, hunting tips, that kind of thing.”
“Jesus,” Nick said. During his time as a killer for his pack, he’d
never come across groups of hunters so big. “The biggest group of
hunters I ever tracked and killed was about seven people strong. I
never thought they got bigger than that.”
“Sick, right?” Isaac asked.
Nick couldn’t help himself. “Then why did you become a
hunter?”
“Not your business,” Isaac muttered.
“Isaac has been a good help to our pack ever since he came. You
can trust him,” James said.
Nick wasn’t entirely sure on that front and hadn’t been ever since
he first met Isaac and discovered what he was, but if the pack leader
said so, then he would give the former hunter the benefit of the doubt.
He certainly hadn’t caused any problems. Yet.
“So as you’ve been killing them, more have been coming to
replace them,” Nick said. “And you have no idea when the raids will
stop?”
“No,” James said. “Even if we leave, the fact that Phillip’s pack is
so close is still a problem. We need to be the ones to kill off any
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hunters who come sniffing around our territory.”
Well, that explained why Phillip was so eager to send Nick off.
“Hunters are usually men out for a thrill, or revenge,” Nick said.
“Even if the hunters that were coming only because they’d been
tipped off by another hunter were all dead, more would still find this
place just because of all the deaths, to avenge the ones killed.”
“Yeah,” Isaac said. “They tend to tell other people where they’re
going, in case they’re never seen again, for just that reason.”
Nick thought about the father and his two sons he’d killed out in
the woods nearly a week ago when he’d first arrived.
Either way, if that small group had no other family, they likely
had other hunter contacts, people who considered them friends, if not
extended family. Someone was going to be pissed off about the deaths
of the father and two sons and want revenge for them.
Shit.
“I’ll leave you to this,” Nick said.
“Where’re you going?” James asked.
“I just want to take a quick run. It’ll clear my head.”
It was true, he needed the run. He also wanted to find out where
Adam had gone. He liked going deeper into the woods than normal,
all the way into former enemy territory. Adam had gone for his own
run nearly an hour ago, and Nick wanted to be sure that no other
hunter had gotten a hold of him since then.
* * * *
He didn’t find Adam. He found someone else. A stranger whose
scent and voice he did not recognize, and that immediately put him on
edge.
“Who are you?” Nick demanded after making the shift back into a
man.
The man before him was a wolf. He could smell that much about
him, but that didn’t make it any less suspicious that some strange
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drifter was sniffing around territory that was not his.
“Uh…” The guy seemed at a loss for words. His voice was deep,
unless that had been just a nervous croak. The sound of a man’s voice
was also an indication to their size.
Nick advanced upon him. “Who are you?” he asked again, slower
this time.
“Uh, Gerald. Sorry to bother you, friend. Didn’t realize others
were running around here.”
Nick just wanted to get rid of this guy so he could keep tracking
Adam. His scent was strong, and he was close, but that didn’t mean
safe, and Nick wanted to get out of here already.
“You need to find somewhere else to travel. You’re heading right
into the territory of another pack.” The guy’s voice didn’t just tell
Nick this man’s size, it also hinted to his status as a wolf. An alpha.
Too few omegas had voices that deep for this man to be one of the
gentler wolves, and an uninvited alpha traveling onto someone else's
territory was never a good thing.
“Am I? Sorry, didn’t realize.”
“There’s also hunters around these parts. You need to be careful
as you’re traveling.”
“Right, thanks.”
Definitely an alpha. An omega wouldn’t have sounded so moody
about being spoon-fed that kind of advice.
Gerald stepped closer to him, and Nick tensed up. “That’s far
enough.”
The wind shifted just a bit, the air waving about unnaturally near
the stranger’s face.
This was something that usually occurred whenever people waved
their hands, checking to see if Nick would see it.
“I’d appreciate it if you would not do that, friend,” Nick said with
a growl.
“Oh, you’re, uh—” Clearly, Nick had startled him with the veiled
command. “Right.”
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Nick and Gerald gruffed at each other and then went on their
separate ways. Nick waited until the man was gone, until he could no
longer hear the footfalls of his feet or smell his scent so close to this
space, before he transformed again and took off, searching for Adam
once more.
He ran for another five minutes before he found him in a clearing.
Nick had never been to this one. The places he and Adam frequented
tended to be closer to pack territory. It was at least safer that way.
His heartbeat sounded normal, as did his breathing, and there was
not so much as a whiff in the air that something could be amiss. He
sighed.
Adam had apparently heard that and noticed him for the first time.
“What are you doing here?”
The sound of his body shifting told Nick that Adam had suddenly
stood. Nick didn’t scent any cotton or polyester clothing on him,
which meant that Adam had run here, the same way Nick had.
“It’s too dangerous for you to be so far out here. Come back,”
Nick said.
“I can handle myself just fine,” Adam said, and Nick could just
picture the way his face twisted and fists clenched, the way they used
to whenever Nick had said something that offended him.
He could have mentioned the rescue Nick had to offer him when
he first arrived at James DeWitt’s pack, but he didn’t want to start a
physical fight. He just wanted Adam to come back.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve come all the way out here. It
makes me nervous. On the way I came across a strange werewolf
prowling around.”
“Really?”
Curiosity in his voice was much better than defensiveness.
“Yes, really. Please come back.” Nick held out his hand, hoping
that Adam would come forward and take it.
Ever since that time together, when he realized Adam had shed
tears, something had grown between them that made every
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conversation they had as uncomfortable as possible. It seemed they
couldn’t even do the friends with benefits thing, and Nick desperately
wished he knew what was going on.
Of course, Adam didn’t move, didn’t take Nick’s hand, and they
were both standing there naked.
Had they not been so far away from the property, Nick would
have relished the chance to put Adam onto his knees. Not now,
though. Not while they were so far away that no member of James’s
pack would so much as hear them should they be ambushed.
Nick lowered his hand, his heart making little butterfly flutters as
the fear of what he was about to say, and what that could possibly
reveal, lanced through him. “Adam, the other day, if I hurt you, I’m
sorry for that. It wasn’t intended.”
“Christ, you’re stupid.”
“What?” Nick went from apologetic to angry in an instant. Now
his fists were the ones clenching, and his entire body shook with the
urge to just go over there and punch Adam good in the head. “What
the hell is your problem?” he demanded.
“My problem is that I want to kick your ass,” Adam countered. “I
can’t stop thinking about the time you left, and don’t you dare tell me
that I should let that go. I can’t. I thought we were mates then and I
still think it now, otherwise I would’ve been able to stop this by now.”
Adam still thought—
“Then you tell me that you love me while we’re fucking.”
“What?” Nick so did not remember that ever leaving his mouth. It
was true, he did love him, but he still didn’t recall saying it.
“And then it’s back to normal, as though nothing was happening.
So I need you to tell me, right now, do you feel this, too? Do you
think we’re mated? If the answer is no, then we’re going to wash our
hands of each other because I can’t take this anymore.”
A small sobbing sound escaped Adam’s throat as he kept on
speaking, and then the scent of salt water wafted through the air once
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Adam was crying again. He was probably hastily wiping at his
eyes, hoping Nick wouldn’t notice, and because Nick didn’t want to
embarrass him, he didn’t ask about it or point it out.
It was hard to say anything in response to that either.
“I—”
“Fuck, forget it,” Adam said. His footsteps were heavy as he
stomped toward the trail that would take him back to the pack.
Nick reached out and snatched his arm before Adam could make it
past him.
Adam tried to shove him off, but Nick was prepared for it. “Get
the fuck off me!”
Nick kissed him, pushing him into the nearest tree. There must
have been a branch there by the way Adam arched and jumped away
from it, knocking them both onto the ground.
They fought. The same way they always did, both wrestling for
dominance, this time, however, it wasn’t about sex. Nick just didn’t
want Adam to leave.
He pinned Adam, as he always managed to do, but for the first
time, Adam wouldn’t submit that easily. He wiggled and fought, his
fist coming up and catching Nick right in the jaw.
His head flew back, and he saw stars, he actually saw something
explode behind his eyes, but he ignored it and pushed away the
dizzying lights. He recovered quick enough to throw down all of his
weight onto Adam’s chest, keeping him pinned. Then he grabbed
Adam’s neck with his teeth.
Adam’s chest shook in defeat. “I hate you,” he sobbed, his body
finally relaxing, his muscles going lax under Nick’s ability to
dominate him. “I hate you so much,”
“I know.” Nick kissed his jaw, then his cheeks, his eyes, and his
lips, tasting the tears over that smooth skin as he went. “I know. I’m
sorry.”
He had to tell him. Obviously this was hurting Adam too much,
and even if it was way too late, he needed to know the reason why
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Nick left him behind all those years ago.
“Adam, I–I did think you were my mate, too. I mean I do think it,
even now.”
Adam’s breath hitched. “What?”
Nick sat up, pulling his weight off of him. It was a testament to
Adam’s good heart that he didn’t immediately start punching Nick’s
face in again and just take off.
“I’d just found out I was going blind. It was one thing for you to
be with me even with bad eyesight, but I couldn’t stand the thought of
you leaving because I couldn’t see at all.”
“You knew—you left me because you knew you were going
blind?”
Nick nodded. “Your face is the last thing I can remember seeing
clearly. Almost immediately after I walked away, all I could make out
were vague shapes and colors.” It had been like his vision had
permanently blurred with tears. “And then one day I woke up and
thought it was still nighttime even though it was morning. Everything
was black and dark. I couldn’t see at all.”
Adam sat up with him. “Jesus Christ.”
Nick was only barely able to dodge the hands coming at his throat,
but that didn’t stop Adam from trying to strangle him.
“You fucking idiot!” Adam yelled. “You left me for that? Because
you thought I’d leave you?”
“You would have!” Nick yelled back, grabbing Adam’s fingers
and twisting them enough to halt the coming attack.
“That was not for you to decide,” Adam snarled. “I could have
been there for you. I could have helped—”
“How would you have helped?” Nick snapped. “Would you have
been able to bring my sight back?”
“Anything! Anything I could have done would have been
something!”
“Stop it.” Nick shook Adam off, and Adam didn’t try to strangle
him again. “You weren’t there. You don’t know what I was like in the
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beginning. I was a miserable prick. No one wanted to come near me,
and I didn’t want them near me. I would have driven you away
eventually.”
“You didn’t drive your pack away,” Adam countered.
“Phillip made the decision to not cast me out. That doesn’t mean
he was knocking at my door, forcing food into me, or making me
socialize. For a while I was no better than a wild wolf.”
“It couldn’t have been—you don’t know that I would have left,”
Adam said, being stubborn about it.
“I tried to kill myself. More than once. Whenever anyone came
near me I threw things at them, food, glass, it didn’t matter. There are
still people in my pack who won’t let their pups near me for how
violent I’d been.”
Adam touched his face. His fingers were trembling. “Nick.”
“You would have left me, Adam. You would’ve had to, even if
you were my mate, and even if you didn’t want to, because there’s no
way anyone could have stood being emotionally connected to the
creature I had been.”
Nick laughed a little. “It’s actually how I learned how to go
hunting on my own. When I started to quiet down, I began to hear
things that I didn’t know were there. When people got to be too afraid
to bring food to me, and I wasn’t much up for suicide anymore, I had
to go and try to find it myself.”
“How did that go?” Adam put his arms around Nick’s waist,
snuggling closer to him.
“Ran into some trees the first couple of times. The rabbits weren’t
too accommodating of me wanting to eat them. Our wise woman
eventually figured out what I was doing and offered to teach me how
to get around better. She’s as blind as I am.”
“I’m glad you had her.”
“I wasn’t very nice to her in the beginning, either,” Nick said.
“Which is why I’m really shocked that Phillip never threw me out.”
“Yeah, no one around here is ever rude to Old Maggie,” Adam
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agreed.
The both stayed quiet for a time. Nick was content to just hold
Adam and be held in return. Letting out his frustrations like that was
hard work, and Nick didn’t think he’d ever been as emotionally
drained since he’d first lost his sight.
“We should head back,” Nick said, remembering the reason why
he’d come all the way out here. “It’s too dangerous for us to be this
far out.”
“Do you hear anyone nearby? Or smell them?” Adam asked, his
hand stroking Nick’s thigh in a clear request, his voice hopeful.
“Even I can get distracted,” Nick said, getting to his feet and
pulling Adam up with him. “We can wait until we get back to my
room.”
Adam kissed him on that promise, and they both shifted back into
their wolves.
Can you hear me like this? Adam asked, using the wolf speak that
only two mated wolves, or a leading alpha, possessed. It was the first
time Nick had ever heard Adam’s voice inside of his head. Maybe sex
between two mates wasn’t enough to fully form a connection. Maybe
both had to acknowledge that they had claimed each other as well.
Nick was very glad that he did hear it. Yes. Let’s go running.
It was childish, but also something they hadn’t done since they
were both twenty years old. Chasing each other through the trees,
essentially having a game of tag.
Nick had never been so happy. The wind in his face, his mate
barking and yipping at him to hurry up and catch him. They hadn’t
talked boundaries, but Adam also hadn’t told him that it was too late,
either.
This could work. Nick was going to make sure that it worked this
time.
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They didn’t make it as far as the cottages, but just inside pack
territory. It was close enough, in Nick’s opinion.
They’d stopped briefly for a cool drink at a pond that was just on
the inside of the line of land that James owned, and though they were
still pretty far out, Nick could not say no when Adam pushed him
down, pinning him for a change, and nipped at his ears.
They shifted into men and fucked lazily by the water. Adam sat in
Nick’s lap, his breathing hard and moaning quietly as he shifted his
hips in a torturously slow rhythm that Nick loved.
Nick had him by the hips, not daring to let him go. “Ride me,
Adam,” he said.
Did he ever, but the point of this was to draw out their pleasure,
not end it as soon as possible, and they lay there, making love for
what seemed like forever, until finally the oncoming release, and the
animal need to bring it upon them, got to be too much.
Nick sat up, kissing Adam’s chest as he sped up, bouncing up and
down in Nick’s lap.
Adam grabbed his cock and stroked himself until he came with a
deep, resounding groan, but he didn’t stop moving, kept on circling
and shifting his hips until Nick followed him with a shout.
They kissed until their hearts came back down to a normal rate.
Nick wished he could see Adam’s eyes. “I’m sorry I left,” he said.
Adam threaded his fingers through Nick’s hair. “Me, too. We lost
ten years.”
They got up. “James knows about us,” Nick said.
He’d been holding on to Adam’s hand and felt the way the other
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man tensed up. “What did he say?”
Nick smiled. “He said it doesn’t matter that I’m blind. We have
his approval if you want to make this official with your pack.”
He heard the way Adam released a laugh at the same time as the
breath that he’d been holding. Adam kissed him. “Where will we
stay? Your pack or mine?”
Nick had no idea. Decisions like these would have to be made
now that they were going to be together. Wherever Adam was
happiest, that’s where Nick would stay.
He opened his mouth to say as much when a scent caught in his
nose, the air shifting from just behind the bushes in front of them.
Nick yanked Adam out of the way just as the gunshot cracked
through the air like thunder. Fiery-hot pain punched through his chest,
right over his heart, and the last thing he heard was Adam screaming
as the force of the bullet threw him back into the pond. Even as the
water slipped over his head, he could still hear Adam’s voice.
Run, you idiot! Run! he thought, right before he died.
* * * *
Adam screamed as he watched the bullet, almost in slow motion,
punch a hole into Nick’s chest. It just destroyed the healthy muscle
and flesh, making a complete joke of how strong Nick was.
“No! No!” Adam tried to catch him as he fell backward into the
water, the same water that Deacon had been thrown into several
weeks earlier when Jason had torn him apart.
His body sank down, and just as Adam rushed in to get him,
another shot sounded, and his ear lit up on fire.
Run, you idiot. Run! he heard inside of his head. Nick's voice
calling to him.
Then he heard nothing more, couldn’t even sense a heartbeat
coming from his lover under the water.
He hated himself for it, but he tore his eyes away and ran.
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The hunters were back. They were back, and James would have to
be warned before they set up enough traps or wandered farther into
pack territory and started shooting people.
Gunshots sounded after him, but he shifted, his body making the
transformation faster than he’d even thought possible, and Adam was
able to disappear through the trees that provided him with the cover
he needed.
As Adam ran, he lifted his neck to release a pained howl. Then he
did it again, his heart crying out for what he’d just lost again.
If the others hadn’t heard the sounds of those shots, they would
hear this. They would know one of their own had died, and they
would prepare for war.
* * * *
When Adam returned, without Nick, James had taken one look
into his face and had known what happened.
Preparations were quickly made. It was too dangerous for the pups
or the omegas to stay when everyone knew full well that a battle was
to come. James made arrangements for them to stay with Philip, and
all of them were to travel in human form by car or truck, passing
themselves off as human in case they were to come across any hunters
on the road.
Some of the alphas went with them, for protection, and had been
given strict orders to return immediately after the omegas had been
safely delivered.
Some could not be ordered to go. Jason, a recently transformed
omega who knew how to shoot a gun, refused to leave Mick, his
mate, behind. He was to stay close to Isaac, and they were to watch
each other’s backs. Tristan and Corey also couldn’t be persuaded to
leave, and they had been given jobs to attend to the wounded with Old
Maggie, because there would surely be wounded after this battle.
Adam had no intention of letting any of the hunters he captured
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leave alive. He was going to kill them all or be killed trying to kill
them all. Either way was just fine with him.
James had only briefly questioned him when he returned. How
close were they? How many? What sort of weapons?
The worst part of it had been that Adam could answer none of
those questions at all. He hadn’t seen who had been coming after
them like sneaking thieves in the night. He hadn’t so much as scented
any humans at all in the area.
James had tried to not let his disappointment show when Adam
revealed this and had promptly done what he could to keep the pack
organized and prepared for the attack that was surely to come.
Adam had been attacked by hunters, on their own land, and unlike
the last time, these hunters were left alive. They would follow Adam’s
trail back here and try to kill all of them.
These hunters were smart, too. They knew that coming after the
pack at night was no good, and not long after the pups and omegas
were cleared from danger, a smoking canister was tossed into the
clearing of cottages.
It had been thrown right at Isaac’s feet, who had immediately
kicked it back into the trees with an angry curse.
As though answering a challenge, ten others were thrown from
different directions, all of which were hissing the grey gas. It smelled
strange, but certainly didn’t make Adam very sleepy, though it did
bother his eyes.
Tear gas.
“Everyone shut your eyes!” someone shouted.
Looked like he and the other alphas would be putting Nick’s
teachings to good use sooner than expected.
The problem was that even with their eyes shut, the gas still
affected them. It made it hard to breathe, for one thing, from the nose
and the mouth, and a lot of coughing and gagging followed.
Adam's nose clogged as he inhaled, trying to find out where the
hunters were coming from through scent, so that was out, too.
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His ears remained just fine, and so was his sense of touch, and he
used them to hear and feel whatever he could.
A war cry sounded from deep within the bushes, and Adam could
feel the vibrations in the ground as two dozen men charged onto their
land. Their shouts were muffled. Gas masks, Adam thought.
Strange how much he could put together even with his eyes
closed, especially with one ear half blown off.
One yell in particular came just a little too close to Adam for his
liking. This hunter was not shooting at him, which meant he had a
weapon of some kind in his hands.
Adam dodged out of the way of the strike, listening to the swipe
of metal cut through the air. Christ, did this guy have a machete?
Another swipe and another dodge. Being quick while choking on
the air was difficult, and Adam toyed with the idea of just letting the
hunter take him down so that he could join Nick in the afterlife, if
werewolves even got such a thing.
He threw the idea away quickly, snatching his hand out, finding
the throat of the attacking hunter, digging his fingernails into the flesh
and ripping it clean out.
The hunter gurgled and immediately fell. Adam listened to his
desperate wheezing breaths for only a moment before the man died.
Adam would not let himself be killed, by this man at least. For all
Adam knew, this had been the man to shoot and kill Nick.
Adam charged forward at the sound of the yells of his pack mates.
Some were yells of pain as they were struck, others of anger as they
returned the fight.
He was going to take out as many of them as he could.
He wasn’t a master of being blind like Nick had been. And with
his nose useless as well, occasionally he still needed to open his eyes,
at least to get his bearings, and the blurred visions in front of him did
tell him that he was on the right path right before he grabbed the head
of an enemy and twisted it around until he heard the telltale snap of
bones.
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He continued on like this, tears running down his cheeks from the
gas and from his rage. He managed to take out at least five hunters
before the wind started to clear away the gas enough that he could see
a little better, though his face felt swollen and weird.
James’s right arm was dangling and bleeding, but he still managed
to hold his own well enough against the three hunters attempting to
gang up on him.
Morgan fought like a true warrior and had two dead hunters at his
feet as he ducked and dodged the coming attacks with his eyes closed,
entirely relying on his ears and the vibrations in the earth like Adam
had.
Isaac had a deep gash over his right eye that freely bled no matter
how many times he wiped it away. Had Jason not been right next to
him, shooting at any man attempting to sneak up on him with one of
their blades, he likely would have been killed by now.
Three men Adam recognized, Steven, Derek, and Eli’s brother
Eric, were on the ground, eyes open and unmoving in death. Eli stood
above his older brother, protecting his body even as the anguish on his
face told Adam that he knew perfectly well there was nothing that
could be done.
I know exactly how you feel.
Adam was about to rejoin the fight when another sound of hissing
air stole his attention from behind, and he did a duck and roll just in
time before the swing of the machete could take his head clean off.
The man he saw holding the weapon, his very face, made Adam’s
insides freeze up.
“Deacon?”
Deacon stopped, clearly stunned to have been recognized. “I don’t
believe we’ve met.”
Adam growled at him. “I was one of the wolves who watched you
get killed.
And dead he most definitely had been. Adam had been one of the
men, along with James, to pull Deacon out of the pond before his
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blood could do too much damage to the clear water. He had even
helped to bury him.
“You’re dead.”
Deacon flicked the mean-looking machete in his hand. “Yes, well,
clearly I’m not.”
He swung again, and Adam dodged. “Isaac and Mick won’t let
you anywhere near their mates,” he said, recalling the times when
Deacon had attempted to force a claim onto them.
“I will kill that one wolf for attacking me like he did. Tristan I will
take into my pack because he’s mine. You, I’ll chop your head off just
for the fun of it.”
He swung again, and clearly he was not used to handling a
weapon of this nature over his own claws and teeth, because his
swings were sloppy and slow.
It took Adam a hair of a second to realize what had happened, and
he took the risk of taking his eyes away from Deacon just long
enough to glance at the other men fighting against the wolves of
James’s pack.
Not men. Not really. Those weren’t real hunters. They were
werewolves Deacon had recruited.
That was why Adam couldn’t scent any coming hunters before
Nick had been shot. It was because there were no humans in the area.
They’d all been werewolves.
“You’re getting your new pack to attack us, pretending to be
hunters?” Adam asked.
They could have been talking over beers with the casual way
Deacon responded to him. “I figured that the hunters must be doing
something right. They do kill a couple of us once in a while.”
The fact that the weres fighting behind Adam, handling their
weapons with so much more skill than Deacon, could only mean that
they were recently transformed werewolves, too. Deacon was
building a new pack, and he still wanted this land, it seemed.
“It’s a good idea. Kill us all off, make it look like hunters did it,
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and that way the neighboring packs won’t look twice at you for it,
back from the dead or not.”
Deacon smiled, his teeth showing as he pointed the machete at
Adam. “Exactly.”
“Yeah, well.” Adam took in a deep breath. “James! Deacon is
here! He’s alive! He’s not dead! He’s alive!”
Deacon swung again, and Adam lost his concentration because as
he jumped back to avoid the sharp blade of Deacon’s machete,
something he hadn’t been aware was there caught his feet. When he
landed on his back, the air whooshed out of his lungs, and for a few
seconds he had trouble breathing.
“You little shit,” Deacon snarled. “Do you really think it matters if
you yell it out? I’ll kill everyone here. Then I’ll go and claim the
omegas and have a full pack again, and it won’t matter if everyone
here can see that I’m alive. They’re all dead anyway.”
No, they weren’t, Adam wanted to say but couldn’t because of the
trouble he had catching his breath. He could still see that there were
more of Deacon’s men dead and down than there were of James’s.
James’s pack would win this fight and chase away Deacon with
hardly any more bloodshed now that the tear gas had blown away.
It made Adam feel better as he held still while Deacon lifted the
machete over his head, ready to make the killing swipe.
Adam closed his eyes. I’m coming, Nick.
So am I.
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Chapter Eight
Nick was aware of a bluish-looking fog that completely
surrounded him when he opened his eyes. Then it occurred to him that
he was seeing something. It was all color, and no shape, much the
same as it had been in the last days before he’d lost his sight
completely, but it was there.
I really am dead, he thought.
Then he tried to breathe, and he choked as the water invaded his
nose and lungs.
No. Not dead. Maybe drowning, but not dead yet.
He came above the water with a splash, choking and gasping,
spitting up the water he’d breathed in and struggling to grab hold of
the bank of the pond.
He got it, grabbing some long grass in his fist. He pulled himself
onto dry land, heaved himself to his hands and knees, and retched.
The puking and heaving was only because he’d taken in so much
water to begin with. The funny thing was how he needed to crawl
back to the pond to rinse his mouth out when he’d finished.
He could still see that same color of faded blue. Adam’s smiling
face appeared in front of him, clear as day over top of the blur of
bright, beautiful color that was everything else.
For a second, Nick thought he might actually be standing there.
“Adam?”
No answer. Adam just kept right on smiling at him, and then he
waved, motioning toward something else in that excited way he did
whenever something had caught his attention.
He looked just like Nick remembered.
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Then Adam vanished, a slow fade-out that made Nick panic.
“Adam! Wait!”
He didn’t. Adam disappeared. Then so did all the blurring colors
at the edge of Nick’s vision, and he wanted to cry.
His eyes. He’d thought they were…He thought he was going to
see again, but everything was black and colorless once more.
Nick took in a deep breath to calm himself. He was all right. He
was going to be okay.
Was he? Nick had the sudden recollection that he’d been shot. He
reached his hand up to his chest, gently probing his fingers along,
searching for the wound that he’d definitely felt going in, and found
nothing.
His courage, and disbelief, went up a few notches when the first
inspection turned up nothing. But there had to be something there!
Using his whole palm, Nick rubbed around his chest, but still
found no stinging, gaping wound.
It was like he hadn’t been shot at all.
Nick let his fingers dip into the cool water of the pond. Had this
water…?
Those hunters! The hunters who weren’t hunters. Maybe that was
why Nick hadn’t noticed them until it was too late. Maybe part of the
reason also stemmed from the fact that he’d been too busy having sex
to bother with anything else. That Gerard person’s scent was already
in the air, and if Nick had noticed that in the back of his mind, then he
must have shrugged it off.
Not acceptable. Adam had nearly died, and Nick had been shot.
And he knew he wasn’t dreaming that up because he could scent the
tiny drops of blood that landed in the grass and not in the water. That
was his blood.
There was the scent of more blood. Not his own.
Adam.
Nick told his heart to calm down. There wasn’t nearly enough to
be fatal. Likely Adam had been grazed.
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He was alive, and the first place he would go to was back to his
pack, to warn them. Those werewolves posing as hunters would
follow him, too.
Nick shifted into his wolf, his claws picking up dirt as he launched
himself in the direction of DeWitt’s pack.
The scent of blood picked up the closer he got. Tree branches that
he didn’t move out of the way for snapped over his face and body in
his haste to just get there and help.
Grunts and shouts sounded. There was the strange scent of some
sort of chemical in the air, and Nick knew the pack had been blinded
right before the battle could even start.
Then he heard something, in his mind that damn near made him
stop breathing.
I’m coming, Nick.
Adam. Nick recognized the sound of his heartbeat and zoned in on
it. Another heart, drumming higher—which meant this man was
standing over him—was beating faster, more excitedly.
The way the wind blew around them told Nick everything else he
needed to know. Whoever this guy was, he was holding something
thin and long and was getting ready to bring it down on Adam’s head.
So am I, he thought, right before leaping into his target.
* * * *
Adam opened his eyes as the giant black blur crashed into
Deacon’s side, knocking him down and onto the ground with a loud
scream as he fought against the teeth of the werewolf attempting to
rip him apart.
Adam didn’t get up. He didn’t move. He was so shocked by what
he was seeing that he was basically open season for anyone with a
gun to pick off, but no one came for him.
Eventually he was able to look away from the struggle happening
before him to see what was going on with the rest of his friends.
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Everyone stopped what they were doing. The sight of Deacon had
shocked the hell out of DeWitt’s pack, and for the new werewolves,
watching their pack leader being mauled was enough to scare them
into dropping their weapons.
Most turned tail and ran away before the same could happen to
them.
“Jesus Christ, is that Deacon?” Isaac asked, holding the cut above
his eye and squinting at the screaming man under Nick’s body.
Adam should’ve known better. Everyone had been too busy
fighting to really hear when he’d outed Deacon’s presence.
“It’s him,” Adam said, getting to his feet. His main concern
though, was whether or not that was actually Nick he was looking at.
Deacon still had the machete in his hand, and he eventually
remembered to use it.
“Look out!” Adam yelled.
Nick was already one jump ahead of him, leaping out of the way
of the attack, but unfortunately, also off of Deacon, who immediately
got up and ran in the opposite direction. It seemed Deacon wanted to
live to fight another day.
His face looked like ground beef.
“Deacon?” James asked, an angry frown marring his scarred face.
“How the hell is it that you’re alive?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, you thieving animal!” Deacon said,
though it came out as more of a gurgle with the way his face was so
messed up.
He quickly transformed, and even in his wolf state, the blood
soaked through his gray wolf hair. He’d definitely seen better days.
He growled at the lot of them, but then, for the first time, seemed
to notice that most of his men were either dead or had run away.
He lifted his head and howled, and the few remaining soldiers
he’d brought with him howled in return, transforming into their
wolves and running in all different directions.
Nick growled, his muscles bunching as he was about to give
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chase.
Adam leaped forth and threw his arms around Nick’s large
shoulders, keeping him in place. “Don’t go,” he begged.
Those sightless eyes looked at him. I can catch him, he said
through their link.
“We’ll get him later, please, Jesus, you just came back from the
dead, don’t leave.” He hated himself for sounding so weak and needy.
He was an alpha, Goddamnit, if his mate wanted to chase down those
pricks then he should be right beside him hunting them along with
him.
Nick groaned deep in his chest, but he sat down, curling his bushy
tail around his legs, and stayed.
All right.
“Guys,” James said, waving his hand to call his men together.
“Let’s go.”
James jumped forward, shifting in the air so quickly that his
clothes shredded. Some of the others, who weren’t as fast during the
shifting process, took the time to remove their shirts, pants, and shoes
before transforming, running after the leader to hunt down Deacon
and the men he’d brought onto the land.
Nick made his shift back into a man, the process fast for him,
taking all of five seconds, and when he was able to, he put his arms
around Adam’s shoulders and pulled him close.
Adam clutched him like his life depended on it, which, he
supposed, it did.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t let you go. Not yet,” Adam said, fighting
the urge to just let his emotions crash over him in an all-consuming
wave. His body trembled with the effort.
“It’s all right,” Nick said, petting Adam’s hair and back. “It’s all
right to not want to charge into battle once in a while.”
“We’ll hunt them later,” Adam said. “Christ, I just need to hold
you right now.”
He pressed a kiss to Nick’s face, his mouth, his eyes, everywhere
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that he could. His mate was alive, and Adam’s body wanted constant
proof that his mind was not playing tricks on him by touching him,
gripping him as though he would vanish if he let go.
It was then that Adam noticed the slice on his arm. Nick being
Nick, was likely already aware that it was there. Fucking Deacon and
that stupid machete.
“I should take you inside so we can get that dressed.”
He knew Nick wouldn’t agree with him, but that was to be
expected. “It doesn’t feel deep. How does it look?”
Adam’s hands were still shaking as he held into his lover, but he
couldn’t lie just to keep Nick here, safe from any more harm. “The
bleeding’s stopped. You should be okay for a hunt.”
“And you?” Nick’s fingers found the ruined shell of Adam’s ear.
It stung like a bitch when he touched it.
“I’ll be okay. It wasn’t the whole ear they got anyway.”
Nick smiled at him. “Good. Come with me?”
And rip the living shit out of the bastard Deacon? “Hell yes.”
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Chapter Nine
They hunted Deacon and his new wolves almost to the state
border, occasionally catching some of the newly transformed
werewolves and dealing with them before moving on. Eli took great
pleasure in killing the wolves they caught as he searched for the one
who had murdered his brother, but his anger was still there as they
ran.
Deacon was the main target. He was the one they really wanted to
catch because he was the one to organize the attack.
They wanted to question him as well. Find out how the hell it was
possible for him to still be alive, and they ran after him, following his
scent for days before finally admitting defeat. They’d caught and
killed enough of those new wolves now that Deacon was once more
virtually powerless, and James could not stay away from the omegas
he’d sent to Phillip any longer without risking that they might lose
them to the other alpha.
They had to go back.
No one was pleased about missing out on the chance to kill
Deacon, for real this time, and though they were heading home to
cooked food and showers, there was no happy chatter along the way.
Adam was probably the angriest out of the lot of them. He and
Nick were still in their wolf forms, and the black wolf was
surprisingly calm as Adam walked beside him.
Don’t be mad, Nick said through their link.
But he was. He got away, Adam responded with a growl.
But now we know he’s back, Nick said. Adam would’ve thought
he would be just as angry about missing the chance to kill Deacon,
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considering the way he’d almost died.
He was so Zen about it, it was frustrating.
He doesn’t have the element of surprise on us anymore, and we’ve
killed most of his new pack.
To be fair, Nick and Eli were the ones to do most of that.
Focused on the hunt like Nick had been, he was able to track three
of Deacon’s new recruits, even when they’d tried to hide their scent
by running over a shallow creek.
Adam was still trying to figure out how Nick had managed to do
that, and he knew James would be asking him to teach it once they
returned to their land and everything went back to its semi-normal
state.
Maybe it was just more proof of how skilled a hunter Nick had
become ever since losing his sight. Would he continue going off on
his assassination missions now that he was with Adam? Maybe he’d
let Adam tag along for them. Might be fun.
James stopped them ten hours out from their pack land. It was the
middle of the night, and by now even the toughest of his alphas were
having trouble going on. Everyone was limping from running for
three days straight, even Nick.
No one bothered transforming back into the human forms when
they finally had the okay to rest. Not right away, at any rate.
After a few minutes, James asked for volunteers to go hunting
with him for rabbits to eat. Eli and Markus went with him, Mick,
Andrew, and Tom took off in their own direction to look for food, and
Morgan let Adam and Nick go off by themselves. The alpha was good
at sensing when two people wanted privacy.
Adam was happy to locate a group of hare first, but it was a
privilege to watch the way Nick silently snuck up on them. They
didn’t know he was coming until he had two of them within his jaws.
Adam was able to catch one before his body refused to go on
anymore, and they took their catch back to camp.
As wolves, they only had themselves. There were no supplies to
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build any fires with to cook the rabbits, but as wolves, everyone was
content with eating them raw.
There would be no blankets for the night either, save for the warm
fur of their coats, and Adam snuggled against Nick’s side. For the
first time since they’d gone off after Deacon, he was able to relax and
simply listen to the sound of Nick’s heartbeat. Confident in its
reassuring drum.
He was startled awake an hour or so later as the memory of Nick
being shot transformed itself into a terrible nightmare.
What’s the matter? Nick asked.
Adam got to his paws and shook out the dust from his fur. There
were too many people here. And even if the mind-reading ability
werewolves had wasn’t exactly the same amongst pack members who
were not mated, Adam didn’t want anyone here to overhear them by
accident. Come with me, he said.
He trotted into the trees. God, his paws were killing him.
After shaking himself off, Nick followed.
Adam found a soft mossy patch on the ground and allowed
himself to sit down in it. He made the shift back into a man, only to
realize how cold that soft moss really was.
Nick, in his human form, sat down with him before he could get
up. He wrapped his arms around Adam’s waist, and they held each
other tightly.
“What’s on your mind?” Nick asked.
Adam was pretty sure the other man already had an idea. “I saw
him shoot you, Nick,” Adam said. The splash of blood and the
gunshot itself still replayed over and over in his memory.
“You died. I couldn’t feel you anymore.”
Adam shivered as he spoke, and Nick squeezed him tighter. The
slash in his arm had scabbed over and was nearly completely healed.
“I think it has something to do with that pond.”
The pond?
“Deacon was tossed into it after Jason roughed him up. He was
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definitely dead from what I saw.”
Nick nodded. “I asked James about it when we were running
ahead of the pack back there, but he doesn’t seem to know of
anything special or different about that little bit of water. We’re going
to ask your wise woman, Maggie, when we get back. She’s the oldest
in the pack. She might’ve heard something about it,”
Adam wrapped his arms around Nick’s back and let his cheek rest
against his strong chest, right on the place that had been ripped open
by the force of the bullet that had struck him. There wasn’t so much
as a scar, and there hadn’t been any signs an injury had even occurred.
Whether it was the pond or not, something had healed him.
“Whatever it was that water did, I’m so fucking happy it did it.”
“Me, too,” Nick said, his fingers tickling a trail down Adam’s
back.
The fact that that plain little pond might’ve had some healing
powers that no one in DeWitt’s pack knew of all this time…
It was mind boggling.
Adam wondered if Deacon knew, even before he was killed and
came back to life. He was always fighting with James over the
ownership of that pond, after all.
Then something occurred to Adam, and he looked up into Nick’s
milky-brown eyes.
There was no change in them. The pupils didn’t get any bigger or
smaller, suggesting Nick was focusing on an object in front of him.
Yes, he was still blind.
“What is it?” Nick asked.
Adam shook his head. “I would’ve thought that, because the pond
brought you back to life, you’d be able to see again, too. You can’t
see me at all.”
Nick brought his mouth down and kissed Adam between the eyes.
His fingers touched Adam’s lips, and Adam smiled. “I don’t need to
see to know when you’re smiling at me.”
Adam was glad for that. He was glad there were no regrets, and he
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sank back into Nick’s arms, letting their body heat intermingle.
“I did see something, though. Right when I was coming back. For
a second I did think my eyesight was going to come back.”
Adam looked up at him. “What did you see?”
He envisioned something like that, sight that had not been used in
years, would be more like a foggy haze that Nick would struggle to
see through.
Nick smiled. “I saw your face.”
Adam blushed, and he was glad Nick couldn’t see it.
But Nick’s hands touched his face. “Your cheeks are warm.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Adam muttered, and then because he absolutely
had to, needed it because they hadn’t made love since before Nick
was shot three days ago, Adam kissed his neck. He allowed his hand
to slip down and squeeze Nick’s thigh, letting the other man know
exactly what Adam was after.
Nick seemed surprised. “You’re not too tired?”
“No. Please tell me you’re not either. I really need you right now.”
Nick was silent for a minute, and for a split second Adam worried
that, for once, his werewolf assassin just might be too tired for sex.
Instead he said, “Everyone’s sleeping, but their heartbeats and
breathing…it’s not a deep sleep. We’ll have to be quiet.”
“I can do that.”
Adam would find a way to have their covert sex silently and
unbeknownst to witnesses so long as he got laid in the process. That
was how much he needed the other man.
He was the one to be shocked when Nick got to his hands and
knees, exposing himself for Adam to see.
Not that he wanted to look a gift horse in the mouth or anything,
especially with the way his cock was swelling and pulsing with blood,
but—“Not going to fight me for it?”
Though Nick couldn’t see, he still looked over his shoulder
toward the sound of Adam’s voice. “I need this just as much as you
do at this point. Now get over here and fuck me before I change my
mind.”
“Yes, sir.”
The Blind Werewolf Assassin
77
THE END
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