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

alpha.
    They had to go back.
    No one was pleased about missing out on the chance to kill  Deacon, for real this time, and though they were heading home to cooked food and showers, there was no happy chatter along the way.
    Adam was probably the angriest out of the lot of them. He and  Nick were still in their wolf forms, and the black wolf was
    surprisingly calm as Adam walked beside him.
    Don’t be mad , Nick said through their link.
    But he was.   He got away , Adam responded with a growl.
    But now we know he’s back , Nick said. Adam would’ve thought he would be just as angry about missing the chance to kill Deacon,

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    considering the way he’d almost died.
    He was so Zen about it, it was frustrating.
    He doesn’t have the element of surprise on us anymore, and we’ve
    killed most of his new pack.
    To be fair, Nick and Eli were the ones to do most of that.
    Focused on the hunt like Nick had been, he was able to track three
    of Deacon’s new recruits, even when they’d tried  to hide their scent  by running over a shallow creek.
    Adam was still trying to figure out how Nick had managed to do  that, and he knew James would be asking him to teach it once they  returned to their land and everything went back to its semi-normal
    state.
    Maybe it was just more proof of how skilled a hunter Nick had become ever since losing his sight. Would he continue going off on his assassination missions now that he was with Adam? Maybe he’d let Adam tag along for them. Might be fun.
    James stopped them  ten hours out from their pack land. It was the middle of the night, and by now even the toughest of his alphas were having trouble going on. Everyone was limping from running for three days straight, even Nick.
    No one bothered transforming back into the human forms when they finally had the okay to rest. Not right away, at any rate.
    After a few minutes, James asked for volunteers to go hunting with him for rabbits to eat. Eli and Markus went with him, Mick,
    Andrew, and Tom took off in their own direction to look for food, and
    Morgan let Adam and Nick go off by themselves. The alpha was good at sensing when two people wanted privacy.
    Adam was happy to locate a group of hare first, but it was a privilege to watch the way Nick silently snuck up on them. They didn’t know he was coming until he had two of them within his jaws.
    Adam was able to catch one before his body refused to go on anymore, and they took their catch back to camp.
    As wolves, they only had themselves. There were no supplies to

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    build any fires with to cook the rabbits, but as wolves, everyone was  content with eating them raw.
    There would be no blankets for the night either, save for the warm  fur of their coats, and Adam snuggled against Nick’s side. For the  first time since they’d gone off after Deacon, he was able to relax and  simply listen to the sound of Nick’s heartbeat. Confident in its  reassuring drum.
    He was startled awake an hour or so later as the memory of Nick  being shot transformed itself into a terrible nightmare.
    What’s the matter?   Nick asked.
    Adam got to his paws and shook out the dust from his fur. There were too many people here. And even if the mind-reading ability werewolves had wasn’t exactly the same amongst pack members who were not mated, Adam didn’t want anyone here to overhear them by accident.   Come with me,   he said.
    He trotted into the trees. God, his paws were killing him.
    After shaking himself off, Nick followed.
    Adam found a soft mossy patch on the ground and allowed himself to sit down in it. He made the shift back into  a man, only to
    realize how cold that soft moss really was.
    Nick, in his human form, sat down with him before he could get  up. He wrapped his arms around Adam’s waist, and they held each  other tightly.
    “What’s on