by Marcy Jacks
DeWitt's Pack 13
Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter
Cole Dane is a werewolf, and he just woke up in the clutches of a dangerous hunter, who happens to be his ex-boyfriend.
Everett King became a hunter after the death of his boyfriend. He wanted to avenge Cole's life and put an end to all werewolves. He never thought he would see Cole alive within a pack of werewolves, or that Cole would be one as well. Everett does the only thing he can think of to keep his team from killing him. He kidnaps Cole and runs away with him.
Cole isn't making it easy for him. He's insisting that not all werewolves are how hunters believe them to be, and Everett is finding himself in the awkward position of believing him. But Everett's former friends are on their trail, and if they are to survive, they must work together, or else be killed before their relationship has a chance to start over.
Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 36,511 words
KIDNAPPED BY THE WEREWOLF HUNTER
DeWitt’s Pack 13
Marcy Jacks
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MANLOVE
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KIDNAPPED BY THE WEREWOLF HUNTER
DeWitt’s Pack 13
MARCY JACKS
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
Cole struggled against the chains that bound him to the thick oak tree. He tried squeezing his hands through the metal shackles, but all he did was take off skin. He’d made himself bleed a little by doing that, too, and while at first he’d thought he could use the blood as a type of lube to get his hands free, all he did was make his wrists hurt more.
Then Everett King had come back, the prick, and saw what he was doing. The man had threatened to kill him if he so much as tried to break the chains—which he couldn’t do—break the tree—which was also too thick for him to even attempt—or break his wrists.
He was too much of a pussy to try that last one. Maybe James DeWitt had been wrong. Maybe he really wasn’t an alpha. An alpha would’ve had the balls to break their own bones if it meant they could escape.
Maybe he just hadn’t had the motivation yet.
Everett knew him. They used to be together for God’s sake, and despite putting his ex-boyfriend in shackles, the man hadn’t actually tried to hurt him. Yet.
Speak of the devil, here he was now. The prick.
Cole glared at him when Everett appeared through the trees carrying the chopped wood he’d gone to get. He wished he could yell at him some more, but the gag made speaking difficult.
Everett leaned down and started placing the bits of timber and other small pieces around the larger logs, then lit them on fire. Occasionally his eyes would flicker over to where Cole was tied to the tree. When he finally got the fire going, he sighed. “Really wish you wouldn’t look at me like that, Cole.”
Well, wish in one hand…Cole didn’t finish the thought.
Everett stood up and walked toward him. His steps contained all the confidence of a high school kid approaching a crush. “Will you keep yelling at me if I take that thing out of your mouth?”
Cole did his absolute best to soften his features. Everett was going to take the gag out. Cole needed that, just like he desperately needed a drink. He shook his head.
Everett knelt down and put his hands around him. Cole could smell him now that he was so close. He smelled just the way Cole remembered. Like Irish Spring soap and clean sweat.
He shook away the old memories and the gag, once Everett loosened it. He had to spit out a few fibers, but his jaw hurt a lot less, and he definitely felt better with it off.
“Sorry about that,” Everett said when Cole finished spitting away the bits of the cloth gag he’d gotten stuck in his mouth while biting on it. “Here.”
Everett offered him his water canteen, and after quickly sniffing the contents to make sure there was nothing in there other than water, Cole took his drink.
He sighed when the cold liquid made its way down his burning throat. “Thanks.”
Everett nodded and looked away from his eyes. Everett’s eyes were as dark as Cole remembered. “You’re welcome.”
He couldn’t take any more of this idle chitchat while he was chained to a fucking tree. “Why are you doing this?”
Everett’s head snapped up to him. “Huh?”
It was super pushing his luck, but he was still confident that Everett wasn’t going to hurt him. At least not today. There was no telling where the man intended to take him and what was going to happen t
o Cole when they got there.
“Why haven’t you skinned me yet? Or tortured me for information?”
The skinning thing could be explained by the fact that Cole hadn’t shifted into a wolf yet. The only purpose to skinning a werewolf was to collect on their pelts. Cole didn’t know all the details, but from what he understood, the pelts were sold to rich humans, or sometimes even vampires, for high prices. Sometimes the hunters kept the pelts as trophies and wore them around while they went out on their hunts.
Everett hadn’t tortured him for information on possible other pack locations, either. Sometimes if a shifter was tortured enough, it would also force a transformation, but Everett hadn’t done any of those things.
Cole had seen the tools shortly after waking up for the first time, so he knew Everett had them, but he hadn’t force-fed Cole any poisons, he hadn’t ripped out his eyes or fingernails, and he hadn’t pressed silver all over his body. It had been three days now since Cole had been taken. If Everett was going to do something to him, now would be the perfect opportunity.
Everett wet his lips and shifted a little on his feet. He was still crouching, putting them at eye level. His strong jaw clenched under the three days’ worth of stubble he had growing there. “I’ll admit that I thought about it a couple of times.”
That got Cole’s heart racing. Nick, one of the werewolves in Cole’s pack, had once told him about the condition some of the captured alphas had been found in after hunters had taken them.
Usually their bodies were so mutilated after a session with an angry hunter that the alphas had been reduced to blubbering masses, shadows of their former selves. Cutting off body parts and skinning them alive would do that. Usually, Nick would say, the damage was so bad that the rescued wolf would need to be put out of his misery anyway.
Cole shivered every time he thought about that, but those stories only made him want to protect his new pack, the kind people who’d taken him in and the children they had living with them, all the more.
It had also made Cole fear the thought of any of his new friends, or himself, being caught. Despite his questions, he didn’t want to be tortured and cut apart until he was begging for someone to kill him.
“What’s stopping you?”
Everett lifted a brow at him. “Do you want to be tortured and skinned alive?”
“Don’t be an idiot,” Cole snapped. He was getting beyond the point of caring about the fact that Everett was holding Cole’s life in his hands. Cole just wanted some answers. He was tired of waiting around like this, watching the other man to see what he would do. “I want to know what you’re going to do with me. I haven’t seen any other hunters around since I woke up. It’s just been you and me all this time, and so far all we’ve done is travel.”
Cole didn’t know how far they’d gone. Everett had been careful to keep him mostly drugged up on something for those parts.
Whatever it was that Everett was sticking into Cole’s system, his body was developing a tolerance to it. Soon he would be able to remain strong and focused enough to escape, no matter what Everett was injecting him with.
The problem was that Cole was beginning to think that he was running out of time. None of the other members of his pack had come for him yet, which meant he was probably on his own.
Oddly enough, Everett seemed to hesitate some more. He had this big problem of not being able to look Cole in the eyes. “I can’t.”
Cole blinked at him. “You can’t? So, someone else will?”
Everett wet his lips and rolled his eyes. “I mean I can’t kill you. I don’t want anyone to kill you.”
Everett got up and walked back to the fire. He took a long stick in hand and used it to move about the logs, giving the fire more air and allowing it to rise a little. Cole had barely noticed how far down the sun had set, but now it seemed that the fire was the only thing lighting up their little space.
Everett then pulled out some of his cooking equipment and packaged foods as though he hadn’t just told Cole something like that.
“You can kidnap me from my pack, force me to go with you to wherever it is you’re going, but you don’t want anyone to torture and kill me?”
“No, Colby, I don’t want anyone to torture or kill you,” Everett said, throwing down the little spears he had that were used to cook hot dogs with. “Fuck,” he muttered when they landed in the dirt.
“What am I doing with you then?” Cole asked. He decided to ignore the part where Everett had called him Colby. That was a pet name the other man had used on him whenever they were in bed together. Cole never expected to hear anyone calling him that ever again.
Lover. The first time Cole had woken up and noticed he was alone and with Everett, the other man had called him “lover.” He’d assumed, at the time, that maybe Everett had only said it to be a jerk and to make fun of what they used to have together.
Cole was severely starting to doubt that such was the case.
“They would’ve killed you if I hadn’t taken you,” Everett said. His voice was so quiet, but with Cole’s new werewolf hearing, he had no trouble making out the words.
“Hunters tend to want to do that,” Cole said. “I didn’t even know you were a hunter.”
“I wasn’t until several months ago,” Everett said.
“What?” Cole tried to remember where he could possibly have been when Everett decided to throw in the towel on his sanity and go chasing after paranormal creatures. They had broken up, and it had been at least seven weeks later when Deacon, that crazed prick, had broken into his house and attacked him.
Deacon was the former leading alpha of a bit of land near Brampton, and a sick fuck he was, too. After he’d been defeated by James DeWitt and his pack, the werewolf had lost everything and decided he was going to try and get it all back. The only way to do that, however, was to create a new pack.
Deacon’s pack had all either abandoned him or been killed, so Deacon went about searching for people he thought would make good followers. He picked the homeless ones, the ones with no family, people who were financially ruined or depressed.
Cole fell into the category of no family, and after Everett had broken things off with him, no lover or friends either.
Cole had always preferred to keep his circle of friends small, but in this case, it had been too small. Deacon attacked him one night, biting him and forcing him to become a werewolf before dragging him off into the night.
Cole had followed the other man for maybe a week before he was able to get control of himself and realize what an insane asshole Deacon really was.
He’d left, and he’d successfully managed to take many of the omegas and even one more wild alpha with him.
That hadn’t stopped Deacon from attempting to attack the DeWitt pack anyway. He would later die to get his revenge, and Cole was left with nearly wild werewolves to take care of. Some of them had learned control, but they were slowing starving to death. No one had any money, and with almost everyone unable to control their transformations, they couldn’t go back into the real world either.
So Cole and the other alpha had searched for Deacon, not knowing he was dead. They’d found James and his pack instead, and the man had graciously taken them all in.
Cole loved those people like they were his real family, and he didn’t want them to get hurt.
That wasn’t exactly a long time ago, but still long enough for the two of them to have been together when Everett decided to become a hunter.
Maybe. Or maybe he’d done it after Cole had vanished?
“Was that why you broke it off? You wanted to become a werewolf hunter and didn’t want anyone to hold you back?” Cole asked.
Everett had his back to him now. Someone really should teach him that doing that around a werewolf, even a bound one, wasn’t a good idea. “No, that wasn’t why I became a hunter.”
There was only one other reason that made sense, but it was too surreal. They had been broken up! Why would Everett care
enough about Cole to want to go on a revenge mission like that?
Okay. “What about your new career? Being a hunter? Was it because of me? Because I’d disappeared?” Cole asked carefully.
Everett looked over his shoulder at him. He bit his lips together and then nodded. “Yeah. That was it.”
Cole exhaled deeply as his heart made these strange little thumps in his chest that made it difficult to focus. “Jesus Christ.”
Chapter Two
Everett clenched his neck in frustration. “We lived down the street from each other. I found out by the next day what had happened. It’s hard not to notice when ten police cars are parked outside your boyfriend’s house.”
Cole had never found out what had happened in town after he vanished. He didn’t know what the official story was. “Ex-boyfriend. You broke things off, and what did the police say happened? Because clearly I’m not dead.”
He was surprised when Everett managed to crack a smile. “Yeah, I see that.” He sighed and actually managed to look at Cole full on. “They said it was an animal attack. A bear or something huge. I didn’t get to see it personally, but I stuck around long enough to hear some of the forensics people talking about all the blood that had been left behind in your bedroom.”
Cole had a flash of memory from that night. Of himself fighting for his life against a giant furred creature. He couldn’t even see what it was at the time because everything had been dark in his bedroom. He’d been awoken to what had looked and sounded like a monster grabbing his leg into its teeth. His entire room had been trashed as he fought to be free.