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Everyone likes them just fine. Tristan even has a male  mate, and that guy is a former hunter, and they’re still welcome.”

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    Jason released a long breath then turned around in Mick’s arms, kissing him. “Okay.”
    Mick smiled at him, his body getting ready to do some more claiming, when his nose caught a foreign scent.
    Jason saw the look on his face, but Mick lifted his finger to his mouth, signalling to Jason for quiet.
    He nodded.
    The grabbed the chain between them for minimal noise and shifted their way to the window. The curtains were heavy, and the windows were shut. No one from either side would be able to see
    through them.
    Mick lifted back the heavy material just a fraction to peek outside.
    Just as slowly, to keep the curtain from moving too  much, he put  it back into place when his eyes confirmed what his nose had picked
    up.
    The hunters were outside.
    Which made Mick the biggest fucking idiot in the universe. They should have left when they had the chance. If Mick hadn’t slept so long…
    He’d kick his ass over that one later. They needed to get out of here, and to do that, they both needed to at least put on some clothes.
    Lifting three fingers and jerking his thumb toward the window,  Mick let Jason in on how many were outside searching around the camper. Christ, one of them could notice the broken door latch any second now.
    The first order of business was slinking back to the tiny drawers that were under the bed. They couldn’t put on any of the shirts or jackets, Mick didn’t think any of them would fit him anyway, but  Jason was able to fit into a pair of jeans he’d found while Mick slipped into some joggers. Thankfully, the old runners Jason found also matched his feet.
    Good. He would need to run in a second.
    There was only one way out that they could both use quickly, and

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    that was the door Mick had broken. There was no choice for it. They
    would have to use it.
    Mick took Jason by the hand and pulled him to the front of the camper. Before they could even open the door, Mick jerked Jason to a stop.
    One of the men was outside, walking around, his heavy boots crunching in the pine needles and old leaves outside. Then he stopped in front of the door. He was looking at it.
    Mick grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. He used enough force that when it came into contact with the hunter’s face he went down hard.
    Of course, the noise would be heard. “Hey, Steve? You all right?”
    one of the other hunters called.
    Mick had no time to wait around. He jumped out of the trailer just as the other hunters came around from the other side of the camper.  He grabbed the gun hanging loosely in Steve’s hand, pointed, and shot.
    He was a werewolf, not a sniper, and he was lucky to have hit them at all, let alone have actually fired the thing. The men dropped, but it took about a millisecond for Mick to realize that they’d only done so to get out of the way of the coming bullets, not because he’d killed them.
    Then they were pointing the black barrels of their own weapons at
    him.
    “Run!” He and Jason bolted away from the camper  just as the  rainstorm of bullets came hurtling after them. Shouts of vengeance  called after them as he and Jason ran through the trees, using them for
    cover.
    He hadn’t been hit, but Jason!
    Mick chanced a look behind him to make sure that his mate
    wasn’t struggling.
    He wasn’t. His face was pale, but that was to be expected, and
    there was no blood spurting out of him from anywhere. He hadn’t

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    been hit either.
    The hunters had started to chase after them, however, shouts and
    bullets following them through the shrubs.
    He knew the slope was coming before he reached it but hadn’t  thought to stop at a proper distance for