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“I think maybe we should increase the circle another ten miles,  see if anything pops out on us if we’re searching that kind of area,”  Morgan said.

Though Nick was blind, he still turned toward the sound of  Morgan’s voice, and the wolf nodded.

“What do you think of walking along Salmon River for a bit? If  there’s anyone else still out there, they might stick by the river for  water.”

Again, Nick nodded his agreement to the idea.

Morgan didn’t know how the wolf pulled it off, being as skilled as he was even with eyes as worthless as they were.

He was determined, mostly. That was how Morgan saw it, and he respected the wolf for it. He’d learned to rely strictly on his sense of smell, hearing, and even touch. It was like watching that superhero from the movies, Daredevil, in action, the way this guy worked.

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Nick was especially determined now, considering what had happened to his former pack just last month.

He used to be a member of Phillip’s pack, until he finally accepted his mate from James DeWitt’s pack and switched loyalties. He’d still loved the people from his former pack, and Phillip and James weren’t at war with each other, so he was able to keep in touch with some of the alphas.

Unfortunately, hunters had found the location to Phillip’s pack and drugged and kidnapped more than half of his members, alphas, omegas, and pups. Some had been skinned for their pelts, and others had been tortured for information.

One of the many who were killed was Phillip’s mate. Morgan hadn’t known or even met the woman, but she did have a pup, a son, who was only a couple of months old, and that broke his heart for  Phillip all the more.

A pup without its mother, and now without a father because  Phillip had ran away to be alone.

James had eventually given them permission to start a search party for the grieving alpha. Winter was coming, and so it was getting increasingly dangerous for a werewolf to be out in the wild on his

own.

It wasn’t just Phillip they searched for either. There were other wandering omegas and alphas still out there, some wild, and others who just hadn’t been picked up yet by any pack. They had gone into hiding after being attacked and tortured by the hunters.

It wasn’t just Morgan and Nick searching, either. There were at least three other pairs of alphas from James’s pack that were out searching, and their orders were to bring in any strays that they could find, whether they were wild or not, and only if they were hostile were any of the alphas to use any force on them.

Morgan was paired with Nick. John, the younger alpha, was finally given the approval to go out on a mission and was paired with one of the alphas from Phillip’s pack, David.

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Blasius had been paired with Ryan, insisting on it even though two mates working together in the field was not recommended, and  Mick had gone with Eli. The other alphas were to stay guarding the pack to prevent a repeat of what happened last month.

Too many alphas out on the field and not enough to protect the land never made for productive results, it seemed.

Luckily, there were no deaths for their side. A lot of hunters died that night, but they’d injured a lot of omegas and alphas in the

process.

Morgan didn’t want that happening again.

He and Nick made it to the river, and eventually, Morgan had to  shift back into his wolf form to protect him from the cold. It wouldn’t  be so bad if it wasn’t for the fucking wind chill, and the heavy snow  was really starting to mess with his vision.

He looked at Nick, the werewolf showed no signs of slowing  down, and while Morgan was like this, he had no way of  communicating with the other wolf without yipping at him or biting  him. He would eventually need to transform back into a man again if  they were to have some sort of conversation, even if it would be one  sided.

He was about to do just that and suggest they pack it in for the night―the storm had blown in quickly, and it was getting dangerous being out like this―when Nick suddenly let out a bark and launched himself down the river bank.

What the―?

Morgan barked to signal he was right behind the other wolf and ran after him. It was scary how quickly Nick vanished in the storm.  One second he was there, and the next there was no sign of him.

Thankfully Morgan caught up to him quickly, and he was able to keep pace with the other wolf, keeping him in sight this time.

Morgan’s heart raced, the thrill of a sudden chase coming over him as he wondered what Nick had scented. The other wolf did have a

much more powerful sense of smell than anyone else in the pack, and

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whatever it was that he’d found, Morgan wasn’t even picking it up

yet.

Then, Nick came to a sudden stop, forcing Morgan to skid to a halt behind him, so ungracefully that he kicked up rocks and nearly went into the freezing water of the still-flowing river.

Morgan growled as the other wolf bent down to sniff, but Nick ignored him.

Finally, Morgan’s curiosity got the better of him, and he perked his ears and squinted his eyes, trying to get a feel for what the other wolf was examining with his nose.

Then the scent shot up Morgan’s snout like someone had stuck that wonderful smelling…whatever it was…right under his nostrils.

It was like milk chocolate, something else that was salty and sweet at the same time, but it wasn’t just those things either. The scent was like a something Morgan had only experienced on a sunny day in summer, right after the grass had been freshly cut and still smelled of morning dew. Morgan always scented watermelon