“Yeah, I’m freezing my dick off, too,” Chance said, hurrying ahead of them.
Tony was wrong. The kid wasn’t going to accidentally shoot
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himself. Tony was going to shoot him on purpose before this was all
over.
* * * *
Terry was on edge by the time Morgan came back into the room. He jumped up from where he’d been sitting on the bed, and even that took a lot of effort considering how he would’ve preferred to be pacing around the room.
That was more of the wild animal in him, and he was trying to suppress that part of himself now. So instead, he looked at Morgan and demanded to know what the plan was.
Morgan looked out the window. The storm had set in once more, and it was easy to see that it would only take another couple of minutes before it was a complete white out once more.
That made Terry all the more jumpy. He felt like he was being caged, and the urge to run out of this cabin and out into the open space was all consuming.
The only thing that stopped him was the knowledge that it would kill him if he went.
“We need to stay here, at least until morning. It’s starting to get dark out, and the storm’s picking up. I doubt it will last through the night, so the second it’s safe to do so, we’ll be going.”
Now that Terry was up, and actually, he had started to pace around without realizing it, he couldn’t sit back down or stop his body from shaking.
“They were hunters. They were hunters, and they want to strap us down to tables and do things to us, and we need to get out of here right now.”
“Shh, baby, shh,” Morgan said, stepping forward to grab onto his shoulders and pull Terry against his chest. “You’re getting yourself worked up. I know they’re likely a threat, and it sucks, but there’s nothing that can be done for it now. We just have to stay here for the
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night, keep ourselves quiet, and the first thing we’ll do in the morning is get out of here.”
“They want to skin us. They want to hurt us,” Terry said, unable to stop talking, so he just squeezed Morgan even tighter, as though protecting the alpha from all the things the hunters would do to him when they caught them, as well as taking in the comfort.
“I know, but they’re not going to. I won’t let them.”
“That’s what the last alpha said,” Terry said, his body shaking all over. “And he’s gone.”
“The last…?” Morgan said, his mouth dropping. “Terry, did you come from Phillip’s pack?”
There were flashes passing through his mind now, images that he couldn’t stop but couldn’t make sense of either.
First, everything was fine. The sun was shining and the pups were playing. Terry was actually playing around with one of the other omegas, but in the haze, he couldn’t remember exactly who it had been, or what the guy’s name was. It didn’t matter. They had been laughing and joking as they chopped up firewood and collected other small sticks to bring back to the pack. Then the scene swirled, and that same image turned bloody red. The noise in the background changed from birds twittering in their nests to screams. Screams that were close and far away.
Terry could recall running through the trees, covered in blood, and shouts behind him. He could see the men, one on each side, always in pairs as they did it, skinning wolves alive. It made Terry cry and cover his eyes, but the images were still there as those humans took turns grabbing his friends by their hind legs, slicing into the skin, and…
“Terry? Terry! Look at me, babe. Come on out of it.”
Morgan was snapping his fingers in front of Terry’s face, and it worked to pull Terry out of the nightmare he’d just been in. Kind of.
Suddenly, he couldn’t recall where he was or how he’d gotten there, and he realized he was in the arms of a naked someone, and he
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flew across the bed.
“Shit, Terry.”
The voice was calm, despite how out of control Terry felt. He had a case of the jitters all over his body, and again, all he could think about was escape.
“Morgan? You okay?”
There was someone else here, too. That was right, another wolf. That other male werewolf was outside the door was part of this group. Maybe Terry could go to him, make him see reason, and then the three of them could get out of here before they were all skinned alive like the others.
The fear and terror Terry felt vanished. Like the channel had been changed inside his mind, there were no longer any frightening images for him to look at. Only Morgan’s calm and patient face. He was beautiful, Terry realized. He’d known it from the second he first laid eyes on the man, but only now did he allow himself to really think it.
He wished his mind would stop playing tricks on him and that his memories would straighten out. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.
“Terry, it’s okay. I’m the only one in this room with you. I swear I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Morgan?” the voice behind the door called again.
“I’m okay, Nick. We’re doing just fine.”
Nick. So that was the name of the other werewolf Terry had heard about.
“You don’t know what they did…” Terry said, reaching up to scratch the itch on his face, but his fingers came away wet. He used the back of his hands next to wipe away the tears and clear the itching the trailing moisture had caused.
Morgan bit his bottom lip, staring down at Terry like he felt sorry for him. Terry didn’t like that at all, but then he supposed
