Free Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks Page B

embers. They were both cold, and the stars were out.
    “Maybe we should get some sleep,” he said, unable to bring himself to say anything else.
    “Yeah, we need the early start.”
    Everett started kicking sand over their fire, putting it out with little smoke.
    They’d found some dry grass and leaves and managed to make a somewhat decent bed for themselves out of them.
    “We’ll have to get up extra early to keep the morning dew from soaking us,” Everett said as he got down on their bed.
    Likely the other man was thinking about how uncomfortable his clothes had been earlier today when Cole had pressed him down into the damp soil and grass and kissed him.
    He didn’t want his clothes getting wet before travel either. “Agreed.”
    “Right, good night,” Everett said.
    Cole could hardly believe him as he turned onto his side, folded his arms, and shut his eyes.
    Seriously? Was Everett that upset about their conversation that he thought Cole wouldn’t want to sleep with him? He would freeze lying there all alone.
    He was going to have to put a stop to that way of thinking.
    Cole lay down and shifted himself closer to the other man. Everett didn’t show any outward signs of surprise, but Cole felt the way his heart picked up when Cole spooned up behind him.
    Cole wrapped his arms around his lover and pressed a kiss to his neck. He felt it when Everett reached his hand down to take hold of Cole’s, and their fingers interlocked together before they both fell asleep.
     
    * * * *
     
    Everett woke up to the darkness and someone gently shaking his shoulder.
    He’d gotten used to sleeping lightly lately, so it was easy for him to come out of his daze and realize that it was Cole next to him, right where he should be, who was doing that.
    He woke up and tried to look at him, but there was no moon in the sky, and his night vision was shit. “What is it?” he whispered.
    “Hunters,” Cole whispered back. “I can hear their footsteps.”
    Everett quickly, and as silently as he could, got to his feet, along with Cole. They’d purposely kept everything packed in their bags in case this would happen and they needed to make a fast escape.
    Now was the time for that.
    Once he was up, he could see the beams of light from flashlights through the trees, and they were getting closer.
    “Come on.” Cole grabbed his hand after Everett strapped their bag of supplies to his back, and they started the awkward process of ducking and running at the same time down the rocky beach.
    The smooth stones crunched under their feet, but there was nothing they could do about that except hope the others wouldn’t hear them. That wouldn’t matter in a minute when those men found the bed of leaves that he and Cole had been sleeping on, as well as the fire pit they’d made.
    Luke, Adam, and Dan, the men Everett used to work with, who were all after his and Cole’s head at this point, would see all of that and know their prey wasn’t too far ahead.
    They just kept on ducking and running until they were far enough away from the campsite, and the men closing in on it, to get back into the trees.
    Those men didn’t have hunting dogs with them, but they would still be expecting Everett and Cole to be running in the water to slow down any tracking.
    Getting back into the woods was the only way. It would offer them cover and more places to hide. They just had to stay ahead of their enemy.
    Everett had liked to think he was in shape, and after being recruited to join the hunters, he especially thought that to be true. Running behind Cole, however, was a whole new league that Everett could barely keep up with, and soon the other man was dragging him along, keeping him from falling behind.
    After twenty straight minutes of running, his legs finally gave out on him and he collapsed, falling facedown onto the ground.
    “Jesus Christ! Everett!” Cole yelled, rushing to his knees to help him back up.
    Everett was as good as dead weight for all the