Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks (books that read to you .TXT) 📗

Cole off of him, despite how tightly he had his teeth locked down on the man’s arm. Cole tried to get up and follow him as he scrambled away, but his limbs were heavy, and he was tired.

This wasn’t right. This shouldn’t be happening to him. It was possible for even a werewolf or any sort of shifter to become tired and all, but he should still have more than enough energy left over to keep on fighting.

Then he noticed the object the hunter held in his hand that wasn’t dripping with blood.

He wasn’t sure how to describe it, it was too big to be a needle, but it wasn’t a knife either. Whatever it was, it had something other than Cole’s blood dripping from it.

Fuck, he’d just been poisoned.

Cole keeled over as his body betrayed him and gave out. Everett screamed, and from the sounds of his feet, he’d tried running to him, but the other hunters prevented that.

The one hunter that Cole had bitten was going crazy. He was screaming and jumping up and down and clutching at his arm.

He tried to ignore it and shift back into a human. They couldn’t skin him for his pelt so long as he was in that form. He felt his hair shed away and his body change, but he didn’t know if it was enough to save him.

Cole wasn’t able to see any more of what the hunters were doing or even make sure he made the full change because he passed out.

* * * *

Everett was forced to watch as his former friends fought amongst themselves. Adam had screeched and cried when Daniel came and cut off his lower arm with a machete. That was the only way to prevent him from transforming into a demon, he’d said. Remove the limb before the poison could spread.

At least now Everett knew who was taking command of the group.

The men had basically made camp in the spot where Cole and Everett were captured because of that injury. It needed to be dealt with, as well as cleaned and sterilized and bandaged. Dan was talking with Luke about the likelihood of even being able to go anywhere for the next couple of days.

That wasn’t good. Everett needed this camp moving. If Dan decided to do everything here, he could kill Everett and have Cole tortured and skinned before the night fell.

It was about six in the morning now, and dawn had finally come. Everett had his hands bound behind his back with some rope to the very tree he’d been hiding behind. Cole was strapped to one of those fold-out tables the men had brought with them, barely five feet away.

It was some plastic thing with metal legs. If only the poison Cole had been injected with would wear off, he could break through it without a problem. He needed to wake up first.

Dan had set up a tent and a cot for Adam. The four-wheeler Everett had shot at had crashed into another tree and was pretty much toast at this point. Everett could still smell the burning that came from the dead engine.

Dan had been riding it, and not only was he the one in charge of strapping down Adam and removing his arm, but he also picked out the pellets he’d been struck with by himself.

He was an independent guy like that.

It was maybe another half an hour before Luke couldn’t take it anymore and came up to him. His face was grim and determined, and his dark-black brows were pulled down in a hard frown. He wet his lips, looking over to the table where Cole was and then back at Everett.

“Why did you do it? Owen was one of us.”

“Owen tried to kill my boyfriend,” Everett said without any hesitation.

Luke’s head shot back a bit at the statement, and he looked back at Cole. “What?”

Everett was going to have to explain himself here. Owen hadn’t wanted to hear any excuses, but maybe Luke would be a bit more receptive. “Luke, that’s him. That’s Cole. You remember I told you about him.”

Luke’s dark-black eyes widened so much that Everett could see the whites all the way around them. “You said he was killed.”

“I thought he was. I noticed it was him when we stormed that pack a couple days ago. You know I couldn’t kill him. I still can’t, and I don’t want any of you to kill him either.”

Luke rubbed his face and shook his head. “He’s a monster now, and you’re forgetting that just because he looks like your dead lover.”

“He’s not dead! He’s lying right there!” Everett lowered his voice immediately after his outburst. He didn’t want any of the others hearing this just yet.

Luke shook his head again. He reached out and touched Everett’s face. Everett yanked is head away from Luke’s hands.

Luke actually appeared hurt. That was strange, considering Everett hadn’t thought they’d been close enough to produce that sort of reaction. They’d had sex once, as a way to take their minds off of the shit they’d both been dealing with, but that wasn’t enough to produce feelings, was it? Everett had felt more of an emotional pull toward Dylan for God’s sake, and they’d both known that what they were doing wouldn’t last. Maybe he’d misjudged the other man?

Luke set his lips into a thin line. “I’m going to tell Dan what you just told me. Maybe he’ll understand and let you go, but you know we can’t let any of his kind run around. They’re dangerous, Everett. They kill people.”

“No, they don’t. Only the wild ones do. The one’s who forget they’re human, too. They go kind of crazy. Those are the kinds of werewolves who hurt other people, and they’re really the ones who killed Owen’s woman and baby, and they’re the ones that killed your little brother.”

Luke was no longer listening. His face was blanketed in rage. He looked like he wanted to punch Everett in