Free Jacks, Marcy - Handcuffed to the Werewolf [DeWitt's Pack 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks Page B

against it, knowing he didn’t want to give  himself over to it, but his entire body was on fire, burning with the  need for oxygen, for escape.
    “I said don’t come any closer!” Deacon screamed.
    “You throw him in there and you’re a dead man, Deacon!” Mick  screamed.
    Despite his panic and burning lungs, Jason was strangely aware of the sound of a gun clicking. “He already is a dead man,” Isaac said.
    Too late. The very thing that Jason had been fighting so hard against was upon him, and the darkness took him.
    His entire body swelled, skin tingled and itched due to the lack of oxygen, and the sensation of falling came over him. Then Deacon’s bloodcurdling scream rocked the trees.

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    Chapter Ten
    Deacon stood no chance when Jason’s body swelled on top of his shoulder, sprouted fur, claws and teeth, tearing apart the binds that contained him, and then attacked.
    Jason clearly had the element of surprise. Deacon had no idea
    Jason had been about to do that. Neither did Mick.
    Jason was definitely not a werewolf when they first met in that
    pit—was it only this morning?—and he definitely hadn’t infected him  with any of the lycan venom in his teeth or claws when they ran  through the woods together.
    Which could only mean that Deacon had been the one to do it.  Mick wanted to tear his throat out for that, for forcing that decision on  his mate, but Jason was doing a fine enough job of it on his own.
    All the alphas just watched the show. There was no need for them  to jump in, and no one was in a great hurry to save Deacon from his  fate.
    Nor did they want to get between him and Jason, who continued to bite and claw, to rip and shred, long after Deacon stopped moving.
    Clearly, Jason was not in control of his wolf. Understandable, considering the events his first transformation were surrounded by.
    “Should someone, I don’t know, do something?” Isaac asked. He had more of a reason than anyone to not want to interfere in the fight, being the only human amongst them, and he was not one bit interested in becoming a wolf like the rest of them.
    “I don’t think so,” Morgan said with a shrug, and then pulled the cigarette he had in his ear and put it in his mouth.
    Mick stepped forward, ready to put a stop to it.

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    “Wait, Mick,” James’s voice barked, and Mick had no choice but
    to obey.
    “He needs me,” he said, looking back at James, begging him to let  him go.
    “He needs to calm down first. He would attack even you at this  point.”
    Mick would deserve it if he did, but he had no choice but to obey  his alpha and wait.
    Jason was treating Deacon like a dog toy at this point. He’d  grabbed a hunk of the man’s back flesh with his teeth and was  shaking him around like Deacon was a squirrel in his mouth.
    Finally something ripped, and Deacon’s body went flying into the  pond with a giant splash, and the once clear pond that Deacon had  coveted so much, was spoiled with red blood.
    Jason whined, and then stepped forward, as though he wanted to  go in after him and do more, but stopped right before his grey paw  could touch down on the water. Then he sat, and there he stayed.
    Mick looked to James, and finally his alpha gave him the  nod of  approval that Mick had been waiting for.
    Slowly, he walked to his mate. Jason was panting, tongue lolled  out, but that didn’t mean his teeth wouldn’t be out in a flash if the
    wolf that was now a part of Jason didn’t want Mick anywhere near
    him.
    Jason’s ears perked as Mick approached, and he tilted his head to look over to see who it was that was coming into his space.
    Mick stopped, and when Jason looked away from him, watching the body in the water once more. Mick took a deep breath and took the extra two steps to his goal.
    Jason cried when Mick neared him, that wolfy