Jacks, Marcy - The Blind Werewolf Assassin [DeWitt's Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks

Adam’s hand and felt the way the other

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    man tensed up.  “What did he say?”
    Nick smiled. “He said it doesn’t matter that I’m blind. We have
    his approval if you want to make this official with your pack.”
    He heard the way Adam released a laugh at the same time as the  breath that he’d been holding. Adam kissed him. “Where will we  stay? Your pack or mine?”
    Nick had no idea. Decisions like these would have to be made
    now that they were going to be together. Wherever Adam was  happiest, that’s where Nick would stay.
    He opened his mouth to say as much when a scent caught in his  nose, the air shifting from just behind the bushes in front of them.
    Nick yanked Adam out of the way just as the gunshot cracked  through the air like thunder. Fiery-hot pain punched through his chest,  right over his heart, and the last thing he heard was Adam screaming  as the force of the bullet threw him back into the pond. Even as the  water slipped over his head, he could still hear Adam’s voice.
    Run, you idiot! Run! he thought, right before he died.
    * * * *

    Adam screamed as he watched the bullet, almost in slow motion,
    punch a hole into Nick’s chest. It just destroyed the healthy muscle
    and flesh, making a complete joke of how strong Nick was.
    “No! No!” Adam tried to catch him as he fell backward into the
    water, the same water that Deacon had been thrown into several
    weeks earlier when Jason had torn him apart.
    His body sank down, and just as Adam rushed in to get him,  another shot sounded, and his ear lit up on fire.
    Run, you idiot. Run!   he heard inside of his head. Nick's voice  calling to him.
    Then he heard nothing more, couldn’t even sense a heartbeat  coming from his lover under the water.
    He hated himself for it, but he tore his eyes away and ran.

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    The hunters were back. They were back, and James would have to be warned before they set up enough traps or wandered farther into pack territory and started shooting people.
    Gunshots sounded after him, but he shifted, his body making the transformation faster than he’d even thought possible, and Adam was able to disappear through the trees that provided him with the cover he needed.
    As Adam ran, he lifted his neck to release a pained howl. Then he did it again, his heart crying out for what he’d just lost again.
    If the others hadn’t heard the sounds of those shots, they would hear this. They would know one of their own had died, and they would prepare for war.
    * * * *

    When Adam returned, without Nick, James had taken one look
    into his face and had known what happened.
    Preparations were quickly made. It was too dangerous for the pups  or the omegas to  stay when everyone knew full well that a battle was  to come. James made arrangements for them to stay with Philip, and  all of them were to travel in human form by car or truck, passing  themselves off as human in case they were to come across any hunters
    on the road.
    Some of the alphas went with them, for protection, and had been given strict orders to return immediately after the omegas had been safely delivered.
    Some could not be ordered to go. Jason, a recently transformed omega who knew how to shoot a gun, refused to leave Mick, his mate, behind. He was to stay close to Isaac, and they were to watch each other’s backs. Tristan and Corey also couldn’t be persuaded to leave, and they had been given jobs to attend to the wounded with Old  Maggie, because there would surely be wounded after this battle.
    Adam had no intention of letting any of the hunters he captured

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    leave alive. He was going to kill them all or be killed trying to kill  them all. Either way was just fine with him.
    James had only briefly questioned him when he returned. How