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their youngest alpha, but he was a recently changed one.
    He had been forcibly transformed by another rival werewolf,  Deacon, but instead of following Deacon or becoming wild and

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    dangerous, Cole had somehow managed to survive with the omegas  and other alphas that had also been forcibly turned.
    Markus had overheard James speaking to his beta on the odd  occasion, and it was clear that James suspected that the survival of  those omegas, out in the wild, had a lot to do with Cole protecting  them and hunting for them. Though there had been two other alphas  with him, they had mostly gone wild and likely would also have died  had Cole not stepped up for them.
    “Even when werewolves mate, it can get complicated,” James  said.
    Isaac had to throw his two cents in there as well. “This guy will most likely be more scared of me than Markus. Lance wants to prove that werewolves exist, he wants to see one, but I’m the one with the
    guns.”
    Yes, he was, but Markus knew he didn’t have anything to worry  about. Isaac was a former hunter, and he was going with his guns  holstered to him for educational reasons. Isaac might no longer be a  hunter, and he might regret some of the things he’d done, but he was a  living, breathing, and very real reason for Lance to not go to the  media or post any kind of proof to the existence of shifters online.
    Isaac had offered to do this. The hope was that Lance would see  him and then realize how important the secrecy was.
    Markus’s hope was that Lance would even want to look at him  after what happened earlier today.
    “Okay, we’re basically in town now. Where is he?” James said.
    Brampton was a one-street town that the pack was hidden just  outside of. It was easy to sneak in and out for certain things, and aside  from the truckers and other travelers passing through, there wouldn’t  be that many people to sniff through.
    Markus already had that scent imprinted into his brain anyway. He  wouldn’t be hard to find.
    He straightened his back, sticking his nose just a little bit into the air, and he inhaled deeply and then several other short breaths through

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    his nose.
    The usual scents were there, pine, dirt, pets, as well as the scent of cooking that was coming from the restaurant. He smiled when he caught hold of Lance’s scent.
    Markus and the others weren’t that far away from the motel.  Lance’s scent came just past them and moved in the direction of the delicious scent of food.
    Markus smiled. “Went to get supper, I guess.”
    James looked up at the sky. “You said he didn’t like crowds. He’ll be finishing up and leaving there before the regulars can sit at the bar.  We’ll catch him as he’s leaving and bring him around back.”
    Markus immediately knew how James was thinking this would go down, and though his alpha wasn’t trying to be cruel about it, Markus couldn’t let that happen.
    “He’s got asthma, James. If we just grab him and cart him off, it’ll scare him and he might have an attack. Let me talk to him first.”
    “You really think the guy will trust you enough to follow you into the dark forest at night?”
    Fucking Isaac had to be an asshole about it.
    Markus clenched his jaw. “Probably not, but if he sees me first, I don’t know…” Markus struggled to think about what could be done.  Lance was already mad as hell at him, and if Markus accidentally killed the man while trying to explain himself, well, it would certainly be a few steps backward to say the least.
    James briefly squeezed Markus’s shoulder. “We’ll do it your way.  In the beginning. If you can’t make him follow you somewhere private, we’ll have to force him. But I doubt it will come to that,”  James added.
    Markus hoped he was right.
    “I am right,”   James assured him, using the telepathy