to a fearful werewolf who was on the brink of becoming wild again. Morgan didn’t want to risk some kind of episode over it. He would bring Terry to back to his pack, and after enough time had passed, he would tell him about the former hunter who lived with them. Gently.
Morgan explained this to Nick, and the other man nodded. “Right. Sorry, I hadn’t thought of that.”
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“It’s all right. I’m sure he’ll be at ease around Isaac after they get to know one another, and being around some of the other members of his pack that we rescued will probably help to keep his mind grounded.”
“Yeah, we just have to get back home, first.”
The thought of home…Morgan always liked going out on whatever little missions he could, especially as of late. There was something about seeing all the newly mated pairs in his pack that had made him jealous. Even though he’d started to think it wasn’t going to happen, and had told himself he no longer minded it, he’d been jealous. He hadn’t wanted to be around the others, but now that he had his mate, safely snuggled against his chest, he couldn’t wait to get back.
His room was in one of the larger cabins, and he wouldn’t mind sharing it with the others, but maybe he could convince Isaac to pay for the soundproofing.
“I’m going to take him back upstairs,” Morgan said, getting to his feet.
Apparently, Nick had noticed there was something off with his choice of clothing after all.
“What are you wearing? It sounds baggy. Like a skirt.”
Goddamn Nick’s weird sonar hearing. He should’ve been a bat shifter or something, not a werewolf. “It’s just a big pair of jeans.”
“You’re both wearing them.”
“The owner of this place is a big guy. Good night,” Morgan said.
“I guess that means I’ve got first watch?”
“I’ll come back down to take you off in four hours, and we’ll rotate from there.”
Thank God he didn’t want to argue about it. “See you then.”
* * * *
Morgan had just gotten upstairs and tucked Terry under the covers
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when he decided he had to get out of these ridiculous-looking pants. He wanted to wear clothes, but not at the expense of his dignity.
He’d just let them drop from his hips and stepped out of them when he noticed that Terry was looking at him.
Morgan smiled but still approached with some measure of caution. “How’re you feeling?”
Terry blinked and waited a few seconds before he said anything.
“I don’t hear anything outside.”
That was good. It would allow him to rest easier for the night knowing that the house wasn’t being surrounded by hunters.
“Yeah, we’re safe here.” For the moment.
“Can we try going to your pack now?”
Morgan looked out the window. It was pitch dark, but the snow was still coming down pretty hard, and the wind howled.
Terry looked at where Morgan looked, and he sank back under the covers. “Never mind.”
“First thing in the morning,” Morgan promised. “I swear. The storm won’t last that long.” He was pretty sure it wouldn’t, anyway. “And the second the sun rises, we’ll go.”
“I don’t think I can sleep.”
“Nick’s downstairs. He has first watch. He has the most sensitive
sense of smell and hearing of any wolf I’ve ever met. If anything tries to come this way, he’ll know it, and we’ll have more than enough time to get out of here.”
He hoped they would anyway. Nick certainly had trouble finding his way earlier today when the storm hit.
Morgan took one more look out the window. He couldn’t exactly see because of the darkness, but he still got the feeling that things outside weren’t as bad as they’d been earlier today. It was still too dangerous to travel in, but he was sure that if those men were still out in that, and the
Morgan explained this to Nick, and the other man nodded. “Right. Sorry, I hadn’t thought of that.”
Mated to the Wild Omega 59
“It’s all right. I’m sure he’ll be at ease around Isaac after they get to know one another, and being around some of the other members of his pack that we rescued will probably help to keep his mind grounded.”
“Yeah, we just have to get back home, first.”
The thought of home…Morgan always liked going out on whatever little missions he could, especially as of late. There was something about seeing all the newly mated pairs in his pack that had made him jealous. Even though he’d started to think it wasn’t going to happen, and had told himself he no longer minded it, he’d been jealous. He hadn’t wanted to be around the others, but now that he had his mate, safely snuggled against his chest, he couldn’t wait to get back.
His room was in one of the larger cabins, and he wouldn’t mind sharing it with the others, but maybe he could convince Isaac to pay for the soundproofing.
“I’m going to take him back upstairs,” Morgan said, getting to his feet.
Apparently, Nick had noticed there was something off with his choice of clothing after all.
“What are you wearing? It sounds baggy. Like a skirt.”
Goddamn Nick’s weird sonar hearing. He should’ve been a bat shifter or something, not a werewolf. “It’s just a big pair of jeans.”
“You’re both wearing them.”
“The owner of this place is a big guy. Good night,” Morgan said.
“I guess that means I’ve got first watch?”
“I’ll come back down to take you off in four hours, and we’ll rotate from there.”
Thank God he didn’t want to argue about it. “See you then.”
* * * *
Morgan had just gotten upstairs and tucked Terry under the covers
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when he decided he had to get out of these ridiculous-looking pants. He wanted to wear clothes, but not at the expense of his dignity.
He’d just let them drop from his hips and stepped out of them when he noticed that Terry was looking at him.
Morgan smiled but still approached with some measure of caution. “How’re you feeling?”
Terry blinked and waited a few seconds before he said anything.
“I don’t hear anything outside.”
That was good. It would allow him to rest easier for the night knowing that the house wasn’t being surrounded by hunters.
“Yeah, we’re safe here.” For the moment.
“Can we try going to your pack now?”
Morgan looked out the window. It was pitch dark, but the snow was still coming down pretty hard, and the wind howled.
Terry looked at where Morgan looked, and he sank back under the covers. “Never mind.”
“First thing in the morning,” Morgan promised. “I swear. The storm won’t last that long.” He was pretty sure it wouldn’t, anyway. “And the second the sun rises, we’ll go.”
“I don’t think I can sleep.”
“Nick’s downstairs. He has first watch. He has the most sensitive
sense of smell and hearing of any wolf I’ve ever met. If anything tries to come this way, he’ll know it, and we’ll have more than enough time to get out of here.”
He hoped they would anyway. Nick certainly had trouble finding his way earlier today when the storm hit.
Morgan took one more look out the window. He couldn’t exactly see because of the darkness, but he still got the feeling that things outside weren’t as bad as they’d been earlier today. It was still too dangerous to travel in, but he was sure that if those men were still out in that, and the
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