Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove), Marcy Jacks [book recommendations for teens .TXT] 📗

The roaring of the engines from those four-wheelers was as loud as ever. Either the hunters were going to keep driving down the river, and maybe go right past where he and Cole were, or they were going to point their giant flashlights into the woods and see Everett and Cole just looking at each other then they should be making their escape.

Cole was a large wolf, so Everett didn’t feel like too much of an idiot when he climbed onto the man’s, wolf’s, whatever’s, back.

The only problem was that it was hard for him to get a proper grip. It wasn’t like there was a saddle for him to sit in or a harness for him to gasp. All he could do was grip the fur as tightly as he could and hope for the best.

Cole made a rumbling sound deep within his chest, and Everett replied to what he believed the sound to mean. “I’m ready.”

Cole launched himself into the woods, and the wind sailed through Everett’s hair almost as quickly as if he was on any four-wheeler.

Almost.

He could vaguely make out the bright lines of flashlight beams out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t dare look over his shoulder because of the way he bounced up and down on Cole’s back. He was clinging to the body beneath him with his arms and legs just to keep from flying off.

A loud whoop sounded through the air as one of those beams of light passed right over the pair of them before coming back and staying on them. “I got ’em! They’re right there!”

Shit, shit, shit! They were going to get caught. They were never going to make it back to Cole’s pack in time, and to ever assume they would outrun those machines had been beyond stupidity.

He still had his weapons in the bag. Surprising them would be simple with how into the chase the hunters were. They might not even notice Everett’s attack before it was too late.

Everett let go of Cole’s fur and rolled along the hard ground before finally coming to a stop. It took him a few seconds longer than he’d hoped to pull his weapons from out of the bag he carried, but then he finally had the sawed-off shotgun up and pressed to his shoulder, pointed right at the blinding lights zooming toward him, and he pulled the trigger.

Chapter Eight

Cole had been so focused on running that at first he wasn’t entirely aware of Everett jumping off of him. It took him about two seconds to realize that his back wasn’t feeling a whole lot lighter because the man had dropped their bag of supplies, but by then, he was already another fifty feet away, at least.

He skidded to a halt just as the sound of a gunshot blasted through the air following by a crash. His heart stopped for a split second before he started running back to his lover.

If Everett wasn’t dead, then Cole swore he was going to kill that idiot.

More guns went off from different directions. The hunters were closing in on Everett. It seemed they were going after the threat that was firing back at them.

Cole had better night vision than they did, so now that the hunters were no longer paying attention to him, he was able to sneak back into the fighting.

He found Everett hiding behind the base of a large and thick pine tree. The branches on the other side of him, where the bullets were striking, were being blown off, but so far he seemed like he was uninjured except for a new cut on his forehead.

He was going to have a scarred face at the rate this kept going at.

He ducked away as the headlights from the four-wheelers flashed by. The hunters were parking their vehicles and using them for cover whenever Everett managed to reach around the tree and fire a shot off.

He was a sitting duck there.

Cole sneakily made his way around the circle of fighting. He caught sight of one hunter in particular, a muscleman with long hair tied back and a blue baseball cap on his head.

He had a rifle against his shoulder, and he was using the shots his friends were sending off as a distraction to circle around to the other side of the tree. Kind of like what Cole was doing.

No way was he letting this man sneak up on Everett.

There was a hill where Cole stood, and he watched this hunter carefully, following him. The man’s heartbeat was calm and ready. He was focused, so much so that he didn’t even know Cole was watching him.

Everett was in the same condition. He was looking around one side of the tree, firing off his handgun, while the hunter snuck up on the other.

The hunter lifted his weapon when he was nearly across, almost to where he would be able to see his prey.

Cole jumped when the man was at the perfect spot, his long claws out and his jaws open and ready.

He bit down on the hunter’s forearm, knocking him back, and the hunter screamed and fired the gun in the air. He fell on his back, and he tried to pound his fists against Cole’s snout and neck to make him release his arm, but he wouldn’t do it.

He was going to bite the bastard’s arm off for thinking he could hurt his mate!

The screaming attracted the hunters, as well as Everett from his hiding place.

“Cole!”

More lights flashed. “Stop right there, Everett.”

“Luke, please.”

“Shut the hell up!”

Cole didn’t know what they were saying after that. His inner wolf was going wild. He was going to kill all of them! The hunter body beneath him relaxed a little, and he was sure the man was faking it because there was no way he could be dead yet from something like this.

Then he managed to finally shove