Free Jacks, Marcy - The Alpha Wolf Kidnaps a Mate [DeWitt's Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks Page B

he felt anything but. Having what felt like a thousand silver balls, which that soon-to-be-dead mother
    fucker had loaded his shotgun with, picked from  his face, neck, and  chest with tweezers by Old Maggie was not his idea of luck.
    She just kept on shaking her head, ignoring his swearing and  telling him how Romulus and Remus must have been smiling down at  him. His eyes hasn’t been compromised, and the scarring to his face  was mostly isolated to his lower left jaw and cheek, with some other  little holes speckled across his chin, nose, and forehead, and his body  was fighting the silver poisoning very well considering how much of  it he’d had pumped into him.  He’d only puked twice.
    Yeah, he so didn’t feel lucky, and Maggie said nothing of any  possible good luck Corey might be having.
    “I didn’t find him in the clearing, which means he took him,”  Mick said. He handed a bloody towel to Tristan, who took it away in silence.
    An attack on the pack’s alpha and kidnapping of his mate was enough to sink the spirits of everyone, even those still suspicious of  Corey.
    “It would almost have been better if the man had killed him
    outright,” James seethed, sliding into a sitting position from the table  where he’d been operated on. He didn’t look into the bowl of bloody  water where Maggie disposed of all the pellets, nor did he want to  look into a mirror and see his grotesque face.
    Silver wounds would heal, eventually, but he would have scars  after this. Lots and lots of them.

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    “You don’t mean that,” Mick said.
    “Look at my face!” James yelled, pointing his thumb at himself,  as though Mick could somehow have missed it. “He did this to me  and left me for dead. What do you think he’s  going to do to Corey? A  recently transformed werewolf?”
    James had been fortunate that, during his entire reign as alpha, no  member of his pack had ever been captured and questioned by  hunters. But he had gone on expeditions with neighbouring packs,  offering his aid when some of their members had been.
    He’d seen what the hunters had done in their quest for  information. Sometimes it had simply been a power trip, and the  torturing had merely gotten out of hand before James and his men  could find the stolen werewolf and put him, or her, out of their
    misery.
    Sometimes they were never found, either.
    Eyes sliced out with silver blades, words cut into the skin, skin  ripped away, silver burns, tongues removed, fingers snapped off,  faces mutilated.
    And Corey was currently with a man who had meant him severe
    harm whilst he’d still been human.
    No, James had failed him, and now the best he could hope for was a quick death for his mate before he suffered too much.
    The local vampire nest had apparently contacted James’s pack, asking for information on one of their missing females. Mick had been the one to take that call, and he’d recognized it for what it was.
    If a female vampire did not return to her nest for the day, that could only mean a hunter was looking for information, and right now there was only one hunter the pack had to worry about.
    Mick had run outside to warn James, not expecting the scent of blood or to find James shot, alone, and bleeding from his wounds.
    Mick had taken him back, and now James was here, pissed off at himself and everyone in general.
    “James, I caught his scent. He went on the highway, so it’ll be

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    difficult to track, but―”
    “Then let’s go,” James said, pulling on the nearest shirt he could  grab, which was a white undershirt that soaked up the blood from his  chest and speckled the cotton within seconds.
    Both Maggie and Mick seemed to look at him, knowing he  wouldn’t wait for bandages or any other medical care after the chore  it had been for him to lay still long