Jacks, Marcy - Taken by the Alpha Wolf [DeWitt's Pack 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks

holsters and his clothes and
    walked out into the woods with him.
    Blasius was eager for the hunt and was glad when Rhyan’s transformation came over him quickly. His blood hummed with the urge to run and chase his prey, and he wished to take that energy out of him as quickly as possible.
    Blasius shifted into his wolf, and he and Rhyan ran through the trees. Rhyan’s wolf was  still very much in command, and Blasius doubted he would recall much of anything when he finally transformed back into the man.
    So long as Blasius was able to keep an eye on him and have  Rhyan follow him, it was simply a matter of waiting for their minds to come together, and then they would hunt the hunters.
    In truth, as Blasius ran and Rhyan chased him through the trees, there were some worries he held in the back of his mind.
    It was not that he had not been reincarnated. No, there was a
    deeper reason for his hiding his rebirth from his mate.
    He was fearful of what Rhyan would do should he ever discover
    that Blasius had had to kill the former owner of this body in order to

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    come back to life, and that he had killed, many times, happily in cold  blood, all in the name of revenge for Rhyan’s death.
    Rhyan very much believed in the human version of justice, and  though he longed to avenge his friend, Blasius could sense it that  Rhyan did not wish to kill the man responsible.
    For that, Blasius feared Rhyan would leave him should Blasius  ever tell him his secrets.

    * * * *

    Tatum watched the werewolves, keeping as still as he possibly could while hiding in the trees. Masking his scent had been a simple matter of watching the wind, keeping up with his hygiene by using
    scent-eliminating soaps and avoiding restaurants and smoke.
    He’d had to smack one of the hunters he’d hired pretty hard when  that idiot had been about to light one up. The people Tatum had  managed to get here were nothing but a bunch of amateurs, and  nothing at all like the men Tatum had lost when he first arrived in  Brampton, thanks to the call from that old man he’d gotten.
    He knew that worthless piece of shit couldn’t be counted on to  lead them, and that was why Tatum had tried taking control.
    Not soon  enough. He’d still had to rely on the man for information  on the pack’s whereabouts since he’d been here first. That had been a  mistake, and the men Tatum had worked with ever since he’d become
    a hunter were now gone, tossed away and buried in some unmarked  grave like they were garbage or something.
    He swore he would avenge his friends for that one alone, but first  he needed to study his prey and figure out what it was about this pack  in particular that made them so much stronger and well prepared  compared  to other packs of werewolves.
    He figured it out when he pulled the recording from one of the  little bugs he’d planted in the trees. He had at least fifty of the things  scattered around these woods, as close to the pack as he could get

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    them without it becoming too dangerous.
    He hadn’t expected to get any conversation out of them. The bugs  weren’t powerful enough to pick anything up of that nature. Tatum  had only planted them to listen in on the sounds of any passing  wolves or animals and hopefully get an idea of where these wolves  spent the majority of their time hunting.
    Two member of that pack had actually sat right beneath the bug,  unaware that it was only a couple of branches above their heads, as  they spoke to each other.
    It was seriously Tatum’s lucky day when he played back that  recording.
    And oh, did he ever learn so much. Not only were there two  vampires staying with that pack, mated to some of the wolves within,  but there was also a former hunter in their ranks. A fucking traitor  who was teaching their omegas how to do basic