Free Man to Man [Wolf Creek Pack 3] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by Stormy Glenn Page A

only thing he could think of to keep the Teacher busy.”
    “No, no, it was a good plan. At least if we know they’re waiting for us, we won’t be surprised or ambushed,” Joe replied.
    “You still want to go?” Nate asked.
    “We have to, baby. Like Taylor said, we need to give Chase time to get the others out. Besides, the pack should be here any minute,” Joe said as he pulled the truck to a stop and turned it off.
    Nate didn’t look so sure, but he nodded to Joe anyway. “Okay, if you say so. I think you’ve lost your ever-loving mind, but…”
    Donovan could hear Nate chuckle from the backseat as he climbed out of the truck. He walked to the front of the truck and waited for Nate and Joe to join him. Joe pulled Nate into his arms and gave him a kiss. Donovan watched for a moment and then turned away to give the two men some privacy. He hoped that he and Jim would be the same way eventually. It was like Joe and Nate lived just for each other.
    “Okay, let’s get this over with,” Joe said as he and Nate walked toward the front of the truck. Donovan nodded. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than to get this over with and go back to Jim.
    As they walked onto the edge of the circle a moment later, Donovan carefully placed himself on the opposite side of Nate from Joe, placing the smaller man between them for protection. They came to a stop when they reached a large clearing that Donovan assumed was the ritual circle.
    Donovan carefully eyed the five men he could see facing him from several feet away. He carefully sniffed the air. Four of the men were human, and one was shifter. Two of the men stood in front, two larger armed men off to the side. The fourth man stood behind them all.
    “Hello, Nathan, I’ve been looking for you for a long time,” one of the men up front said. Donovan assumed from the expensive suit he was wearing and the air of confidence he had that this was the Teacher.
    “Why don’t you come over here where you belong and we’ll just go? I wouldn’t want to see anyone else get hurt,” the Teacher said.
    “No, you don’t own me, and you can’t tell me what to do,” Nate replied sternly.
    “Nathan, I don’t like repeating myself. Get your ass over here before someone gets hurt,” the Teacher said as he pointed to a spot on the ground right next to him.
    “No,” Nate repeated.
    “Just remember that you brought this on yourself, Nathan. If you had just done what I had told you to do, none of this would have happened.”
    Before Donovan could react to the threat he felt coming, the Teacher pulled a gun, raised his arm, and fired. Donovan felt a searing pain shoot through his body. He grabbed his chest and fell to the ground, his shirt turning red with blood.
    He heard Nate cry out, then the sounds of a fight. The growls he heard told him that Joe had shifted and was even now fighting for their lives. Donovan tried to sit up, but pain shot through him every time he moved.
    Donovan felt an acute sense of loss as he realized he might never see Jim again. Terrible regrets assailed him as the pain in his chest intensified. He might never get the chance to experience what Jim had felt earlier when Donovan had fucked him, never get to know the man he was mated to. He might lose Jim before he even got to know him.
    Just as Donovan’s vision began to dim, he heard a low, tortured cry. Then hands were touching him, pressing down on his bleeding wound. Donovan lifted his eyelids to see Jim kneeling over him, tears trailing down his pale face.
    “You die on me, Donovan Morgan, and I swear to god I will commit suicide just to chase you through hell,” Jim sobbed through gritted teeth. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and pressed it against Donovan’s injury.
    Donovan chuckled then moaned as pain swamped him. “Rather have you chase me through the bedroom,” he whispered.
    “Gods, Donovan, how can you joke at a time like this?” Jim cried out. “You have a fucking