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    the owner were to find out that someone had come to his house. He
    turned on all the lights upstairs and called out for his mate. He even
    looked under the beds and in the closets. Just in case.
    “His scent is still strong. If he left, it wasn’t very long ago,” Nick
    said.
    “How the hell did he get out?” Morgan snapped.
    “Why would he want to leave at all?” Nick asked.
    Morgan hated the hint of accusation in the other man’s voice. He  wasn’t even going to contemplate that idea that Terry had wanted to  leave Morgan on purpose.
    “He’s still wild. That doesn’t go away in a day,” he said, annoyed  with the other man. “His animal side probably took over, and he was  scared and confused and left.”
    “His human mind was still in enough control to sneak out the  window,” Nick said, moving toward the only window in the bedroom  that Morgan and Terry had been sharing.
    “What?”
    Morgan followed his friend, and only then was he able to notice the slight breeze of freezing air coming through the bottom of the window pane.
    Terry had opened the window, let himself out, and then shut it again as silently as he could, but it hadn’t shut all the way. That was why it was so cold in here. Not because there was no heat in the house, but because of the freezing air from outside getting into the
    room.
    “We have to find him before he gets far,” Nick said, turning away
    from the window.
    “If he’s found by other wild werewolves or picked up by
    hunters…”
    Morgan was glad that Nick didn’t finish that sentence. He could hardly think about what those people would do to his mate if they got ahold of him.
    He looked out the window. The snow was still coming down in

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    thick, cotton-ball-sized flakes, but visibility had definitely improved.
    They were going to have to shift into their wolf forms to be able  to travel at all out there, not to mention track which direction Terry  had gone off in.
    “Right. Let’s go.”
    * * * *

    Terry couldn’t run. The snow was piled too high for that, and his hind legs and front paws were practically killing him from the strain on his body it took for him to push through that much snow. He had to keep making these awkward jumps just to press on.
    He could smell them. Smell his friends. He needed to get to them.  He had to save them.
    Suddenly, Terry came to a stop, his ears perking up sharply on top
    of his head.
    Voices. Human voices come from just down that dark path. At least in the summer it was probably a path. Right now it was just another tall stretch of untouched snow that the trees all made room
    for.
    The voices were coming from down that way, and so was the
    scent of his friends.
    Charlie, Jay, and Alecia. They were down there.
    Terry growled low in his throat, instincts taking command of his mind and body that had previously never been there before. The instinct to attack and defend was the most prominent of what he felt.
    He pressed on, making new tracks as he slowly traveled down the snowy path. Closer to the end, he ducked into the safety of the heavy pines, counting on them to hide him while he searched for the members of his pack that had been stolen.
    The clearing was lit, thanks in part to a large fire, and even shoveled enough to keep the tents from being buried under the snow.  One of the shovels was propped up against a birch tree on the other

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    side of the clearing. It looked as though this space would need  shoveling again soon.
    There were loud complaints coming from the inside of the largest  tent in the middle.
    More human words, and though he knew the language, right now,
    for some reason, he couldn’t understand what the words meant.
    “I’m telling you that we need to sell those pelts. I’m not