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smaller man from the wind and snow as best as he could, but there was only so much protection he could offer with

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his body. The snow still fell onto his pale skin and into that dirty  blond hair, melting, becoming wet, and making the poor kid freeze  even more than he needed to.

Morgan didn’t think of the kid’s hair as being dirty blond because that was the shade of it, but because, really, there was mud and dirt in that blond hair. Morgan had no doubt in his mind that if he washed it, those strands would glow like yellow gold in the sun.

The sun was a faraway dream in this reality they were in, and just when Morgan was about to give up and suggest they build a den for the night, Nick made a sound of relief and suddenly stopped.

“I’ve got the scent again!” he yelled over his shoulder and over the wind.

Thank God. “Great! Where do we go?”

Morgan was so desperate for some heat, hot water, and shelter from all this fucking wind that he no longer cared if that house, cabin, shed, whatever it was, was occupied.

There were some people who came up here for the summer to get away from the rest of civilization, fish, or even―Morgan shuddered―hunt. But that could still be someone’s year-round home.

“This way!” Nick said, and Morgan had to quickly keep up before he lost his friend in the storm.

Nick vanished in the haze in front of him a few times, and in his

desperation, Morgan nearly tripped and fell over snow-covered roots  and sticks frozen into the ground. The worst came when he stubbed  his toe against a wooden stair.

He opened his mouth and cursed as loud as he could, and not even  the numbness that was seeping into his feet was enough to save him  from the pain.

“God fucking damn it! Shit!” He yelled that, and several other  pretty bad things he would rather not repeat.

Nick’s hand reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling  him up the snow-covered stairs, even as he still cursed. It was getting  harder to walk, and there was almost four feet of snow covering

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everything.

Then it clicked in Morgan’s mind what had happened. He’d  stubbed his toe on a stair, and Nick had pulled him up those stairs.  Reaching a hand out, he felt the slightly curved varnished wood of the  rail. They had made it to the cabin.  Thank you, Jesus.

Both Nick and Morgan felt along the walls, and Nick kept one  hand back on Morgan to keep them from losing each other. Then,  finally, Nick called back to him,

“Found the door!”

The next thing Morgan heard through the loud whistling and wailing of the wind was a distinct crack as Nick forced the door open.

The man all but vanished from Morgan’s sight as he fell within the house. Morgan quickly followed.

He had to blink a couple of times to adjust his vision. It was surreal, finally being able to see after spending all that time in a whiteout, and everything inside the cabin looked so comfortable and normal.

Nick forced the door shut behind him before anymore snow or cold air could get in. Morgan noted the strip of wood that had come off of the doorway when Nick had smashed it open. He quickly ran to the nearest couch, put his mate on top of it, then grabbed a chair from the joining kitchen, and went back to Nick.

“Here, I got something to keep it shut,” he said, and Nick moved just enough so that Morgan could position the chair under the door handle, like he’d seen done in the movies. That should keep it shut.

It did, and it held. There was only a little bit of snow on the hardwood floor, and some cold air that leaked through the crack in the door, but that could be covered with a towel or something. This would make sufficient shelter.

Nick leaned against the door, as though hesitant to step away from it lest it blow open on them, but he did lift his nose in the air, sniffing at least three times before he was satisfied.

“I smell people, but the scent is old. They haven’t been here in a

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while.”

“I don’t think they’re coming in this storm.”

Morgan looked out the window and was actually a little scared by  the fact that he couldn’t see any of the scenery he knew was there  beyond all the white. “Christ, Nick, you should see it.”

“I have a good enough idea.”

Nick finally pushed away from the wall. “Hopefully these people  have a phone. I want to call back home and make sure Adam’s okay.”

Despite the fact that Adam wasn’t one of the alphas sent out on a  search mission, Morgan understood the other man’s need to worry.  Just thinking about someone else’s mate reminded him of his own,  and he carefully crept over to the couch and peered over the back,  looking down at where his mate slept.

The cottage wasn’t exactly warm, likely because, with the lack of  people, there was no need to heat it, but it was a tropical paradise in  here, a sauna, by comparison to what was going on outside, and  already the guy’s color was showing signs of improvement. He was  the most beautiful creature Morgan had ever laid eyes on.

There were plenty of places on him that were suddenly starting to  swell and turn red, however.

Frostbite. Morgan didn’t know the first thing about treating

frostbite.

He picked the smaller man up off the couch, doing his best not to stare down at the man and enjoy the view while he was unconscious.  It was easy to keep the man’s scent from arousing him, considering he smelled like he hadn’t had a bath in weeks.

That was even weirder. The arousing, earthy scent of his mate was conflicting with the more rancid scent of unwashed body.

Hopefully Morgan would be able to rectify