Jacks, Marcy - Mason Returns to His Mate [DeWitt's Pack 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic Man by Marcy Jacks (free novel reading sites .TXT) 📗

“Serves you right for coming into my home, you dirty, filthy―”

The elderly female voice stopped with the name calling, and  Derek thought that she was going to leave him to his fate on the floor,  but after enough tears had left his eyes, washing them out, Derek was  able to take his fists away to look up into the blurry and curious face  of Old Maggie.

Her eyes widened at him when he looked at her, as though she  were able to really recognize him now that he wasn’t hiding his face  behind his fists.

“Oh dear, you’re that young boy!”

Derek looked down into her left hand and noticed the little pink

bottle in her hand.

She’d gotten him with pepper spray. It had sure as shit felt like

acid to him.

“Uh-huh,” was all he was able to say. He flinched when she

reached down for him, but she didn’t spray him in the face again with

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any of Satan’s liquid pain like before. Instead, she helped him to his  feet and pulled him into her bedroom before sitting him down on the  bed.

“What in the world are you doing breaking in here? You should  have stayed in the forest. That’s where you were all night, wasn’t it?”

Damn, did every werewolf in the pack have to always know about  Derek’s sex life?

“I need your help. Mason was poisoned with silver, and now I  think he’s dying out in the trees.”

Maggie looked at him sharply. “Come again? Silver poisoning?”

She didn’t say it as though she were hard of hearing or anything  like that, but rather because she was shocked to the possibility of it  even happening.

Maybe that was actually horror on her face. Derek was still having  a hard time seeing.

“He was shot with a silver bullet?” Her footsteps sounded as she

walked away from him.

Derek heard a tap running. She had a connecting bathroom in

here, it seemed, and then she handed him a cool wet cloth. He

gratefully put it over his eyes.

Wait! A bathroom! The first aid kit must be  in there somewhere!

“No. A hunter held him down and punched him with silver rings  on his fingers. Mason’s face is pretty messed up. I barely recognized  him.

“We must go to him right away. Is he near here?”

No, he wasn’t. Not with that crowd fighting out there. From what  Derek had seen when he ran out to James and that cop, right before  the hunters jumped out of the trees to attack, the werewolves  outnumbered the hunters at least five to one.

The hunters were skilled, however, and they had gadgets and guns

on them, and they’d been planning for this, whereas the werewolves  could only fight at close range, with the exception of Jason, Isaac, and  the one cop who was still alive last time Derek had checked on him.

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They could use guns, too, but did they carry those kinds of weapons on them all the time? Derek had had to run into the cabin where he’d been staying to get his from under the mattress before he was able to go back to Mason.

Regardless, the fight was still happening, which meant it would be hard getting  back to Mason. He told all this to Maggie, including where he’d left his lover.

Her lips thinned and eyes squinted in thought, and then she went back into her bathroom. Derek’s eyes were starting to feel better already, even if he was still blinking a lot. She had to of put more than just water on this cloth.

She came back from the bathroom with another dry cloth, one of those brown bottles of disinfectant, and what looked like just a plain bottle of water.

“Will those help?” Derek asked, looking at the supplies and  realizing that they didn’t look like much for what Mason was  suffering from.

“This will be more than enough to save him,” Old Maggie said,  surprisingly lifting up the water bottle instead of the disinfectant.

He knew almost nothing about werewolves and their medicine, so  he was just going to have to trust her on this one. He got to his feet  and held out his hand to take the bottle.

She slapped it away. “Do not be an idiot. I’m going with you.”

Derek watched her walk slowly and carefully out the bedroom door, her pace clearly showing off her age.

“Really, I can get it to him faster.”

She spun around and glared at him. “You, young man, are rude and ignorant. I am a wise woman and a werewolf. You will likely be the one to have a hard time keeping up with me.”

Derek sincerely doubted that, but before he could utter a word,  Old Maggie vanished around the door, and in the hallway, Derek heard a terrible ripping sound.

He rushed out to help, thinking that maybe she’d been attacked.

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He came face to face with a pair of golden eyes big enough to be basketballs. Old Maggie had transformed, and she was enormous.  Bigger than Mason was, and maybe even bigger than James.

With all that white fur, she could have passed for an arctic wolf had it not been for her size.

Watching him and growling slightly, Old Maggie bent down her magnificent head, opened her jaw, and gently scooped up the supplies she’d placed on the floor. It looked like she was keeping her lips and tongue back to keep them from getting too wet, and was sheltering both bottles and the washcloth behind her massive teeth.

Derek swallowed hard at the sight, and the huge white wolf snorted in what sounded like a laugh and then stuck her nose in the air.

Maggie sniffed deeply, her eyes briefly lowering to the cuts on

Derek’s hands and knees, and then she moved back in the direction of

the kitchen.

“Hey, wait!” She was fast. She hadn’t been kidding when she’d  said Derek would have a hard time keeping up with her. He got into  the kitchen just in time to watch her neatly leap across the broken  window sill, not so much