Jacks, Marcy - The Blind Werewolf Assassin [DeWitt's Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks Page A

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