Bambi.”
Morgan kept his grip on Terry light as Nick said those words, forcing himself not to clutch at the younger man protectively.
“We killed most of the hunters who got to Phillip’s pack. Could
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the rest have regrouped by now?”
“If they have, then they’re determined motherfuckers.”
Motherfucker was the correct term to use as well, considering the things those men had done to the wolves of Phillip’s pack, and the poor man’s mate. Morgan had seen the corpse. It hadn’t been pretty. The only good news was that by some act of God, they had decided to spare Phillip’s pup. A baby boy only a few months old.
Currently, the pup was in James’s personal care. He and his mate were keeping the child close to them for protection until the real father returned. If he ever did.
“Terry was part of Phillip’s pack, so we can cross him off the list of the missing.”
Nick’s sightless eyes widened. “I thought he was a wild omega.”
“He is, almost,” Morgan said. “I guess he saw some serious shit happen before he managed to get away. I don’t think he figured out that the hunters were scared off. Otherwise he might’ve come to James’s pack sooner and turned himself over. He’s been taking care of himself all this time, and that, coupled with what those hunters might’ve done to him brought the wolf out to the forefront.”
Nick nodded. “Yeah. I guess that’s a natural reaction when we’re trying to survive.”
“Because of that,” Morgan said, getting back to the point, “I don’t want him knowing about Isaac, just yet.”
“Why not?” One of Nick’s brows lifted in an expression that Morgan thought was annoying.
Isaac was probably the only hunter in existence to be made welcome within a pack of werewolves. Probably because he’d mated with one of the omegas, Tristan, and even took a silver bullet for the guy after he’d helped the pack to bag a couple of hunters before they could attack the pack.
He was pretty much welcomed with open arms by one and all after that. Then the knowledge came that he was loaded, and as a gift to his mate, he wanted to build a cabin just for the two of them to live
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in, and put the money in to repair the cabins on James’s land that were falling apart.
Werewolves weren’t like vampires. Their packs weren’t loaded to their eyeballs with cash. A werewolf earned money wherever they could, and though it was getting easier in today’s day and age, there were still the nights were firewood was required because the heat had to be shut off or when the alphas had to go out hunting for meat because there wasn’t enough money to completely fill their fridges.
Though the alphas still hunted and the omegas still worked, both sides of the pack also grabbing the odd job here and there to bring some money in, ever since Isaac had showed up, things had definitely been better.
Morgan once asked him why he kept spending his money on them. It wasn’t that he was ungrateful. He’d just been curious to know how a hunter could constantly spend the money, which he’d inherited after his family had been devoured by wild werewolves, on a pack of werewolves.
Isaac hadn’t looked him in the eyes when he’d explained that it was part of his atonement. Atonement for being a hunter and for all the things he’d done when he carried that title.
Morgan’s face had gone red, and he’d promptly walked away. Of course Isaac would have killed his fair share of werewolves. He had
been a hunter, after all, but Morgan believed that the man was on his
side, so he’d let it slide.
But now Morgan had Terry to think about. Isaac hadn’t been responsible in any way for what had happened at Phillip’s pack. Hell, Isaac had been trying to help, but that might not matter
Morgan kept his grip on Terry light as Nick said those words, forcing himself not to clutch at the younger man protectively.
“We killed most of the hunters who got to Phillip’s pack. Could
Mated to the Wild Omega 57
the rest have regrouped by now?”
“If they have, then they’re determined motherfuckers.”
Motherfucker was the correct term to use as well, considering the things those men had done to the wolves of Phillip’s pack, and the poor man’s mate. Morgan had seen the corpse. It hadn’t been pretty. The only good news was that by some act of God, they had decided to spare Phillip’s pup. A baby boy only a few months old.
Currently, the pup was in James’s personal care. He and his mate were keeping the child close to them for protection until the real father returned. If he ever did.
“Terry was part of Phillip’s pack, so we can cross him off the list of the missing.”
Nick’s sightless eyes widened. “I thought he was a wild omega.”
“He is, almost,” Morgan said. “I guess he saw some serious shit happen before he managed to get away. I don’t think he figured out that the hunters were scared off. Otherwise he might’ve come to James’s pack sooner and turned himself over. He’s been taking care of himself all this time, and that, coupled with what those hunters might’ve done to him brought the wolf out to the forefront.”
Nick nodded. “Yeah. I guess that’s a natural reaction when we’re trying to survive.”
“Because of that,” Morgan said, getting back to the point, “I don’t want him knowing about Isaac, just yet.”
“Why not?” One of Nick’s brows lifted in an expression that Morgan thought was annoying.
Isaac was probably the only hunter in existence to be made welcome within a pack of werewolves. Probably because he’d mated with one of the omegas, Tristan, and even took a silver bullet for the guy after he’d helped the pack to bag a couple of hunters before they could attack the pack.
He was pretty much welcomed with open arms by one and all after that. Then the knowledge came that he was loaded, and as a gift to his mate, he wanted to build a cabin just for the two of them to live
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in, and put the money in to repair the cabins on James’s land that were falling apart.
Werewolves weren’t like vampires. Their packs weren’t loaded to their eyeballs with cash. A werewolf earned money wherever they could, and though it was getting easier in today’s day and age, there were still the nights were firewood was required because the heat had to be shut off or when the alphas had to go out hunting for meat because there wasn’t enough money to completely fill their fridges.
Though the alphas still hunted and the omegas still worked, both sides of the pack also grabbing the odd job here and there to bring some money in, ever since Isaac had showed up, things had definitely been better.
Morgan once asked him why he kept spending his money on them. It wasn’t that he was ungrateful. He’d just been curious to know how a hunter could constantly spend the money, which he’d inherited after his family had been devoured by wild werewolves, on a pack of werewolves.
Isaac hadn’t looked him in the eyes when he’d explained that it was part of his atonement. Atonement for being a hunter and for all the things he’d done when he carried that title.
Morgan’s face had gone red, and he’d promptly walked away. Of course Isaac would have killed his fair share of werewolves. He had
been a hunter, after all, but Morgan believed that the man was on his
side, so he’d let it slide.
But now Morgan had Terry to think about. Isaac hadn’t been responsible in any way for what had happened at Phillip’s pack. Hell, Isaac had been trying to help, but that might not matter
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