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considered them friends, if not  extended family. Someone was going to be pissed off about the deaths  of the father and two sons and want revenge for them.
    Shit.
    “I’ll leave you to this,” Nick said.
    “Where’re you going?” James asked.
    “I just want to take a quick run. It’ll  clear my head.”
    It was true, he needed the run. He also wanted to find out where
    Adam had gone. He liked going deeper into the woods than normal, all the way into former enemy territory. Adam had gone for his own run nearly an hour ago, and Nick wanted to  be sure that no other hunter had gotten a hold of him since then.
    * * * *

    He didn’t find Adam. He found someone else. A stranger whose scent and voice he did not recognize, and that immediately put him on edge.
    “Who are you?” Nick demanded after making the shift back into a
    man.
    The man before him was a wolf. He could smell that much about
    him, but that didn’t make it any less suspicious that some strange

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    drifter was sniffing around territory that was not his.
    “Uh…” The guy seemed at a loss for words. His voice was deep,  unless that had been just a nervous croak. The sound of a man’s voice  was also an indication to their size.
    Nick advanced upon him. “Who are you?” he asked again, slower
    this time.
    “Uh, Gerald. Sorry to bother you, friend. Didn’t realize others  were running around here.”
    Nick just wanted to get rid of this guy so he could keep tracking  Adam. His scent was strong, and he was close, but that didn’t mean  safe, and Nick wanted to get out of here already.
    “You need to find somewhere else to travel. You’re heading right  into the territory of another pack.” The guy’s voice didn’t just tell  Nick this man’s size, it also hinted to his status as a wolf. An alpha.  Too few omegas had voices that deep for this man to be one of the  gentler wolves, and an  uninvited alpha traveling onto someone else's  territory was never a good thing.
    “Am I? Sorry, didn’t realize.”
    “There’s also hunters around these parts. You need to be careful  as you’re traveling.”
    “Right, thanks.”
    Definitely an alpha. An omega wouldn’t have sounded so moody  about being spoon-fed that kind of advice.
    Gerald stepped closer to him, and Nick tensed up. “That’s far  enough.”
    The wind shifted just a bit, the air waving about unnaturally near  the stranger’s face.
    This was something that usually occurred whenever people waved  their hands, checking to see if Nick would see it.
    “I’d appreciate it if you would not do that, friend,” Nick said with  a growl.
    “Oh, you’re, uh—” Clearly, Nick had startled him with the veiled  command. “Right.”

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    Nick and Gerald gruffed at each other and then went on their separate ways. Nick waited until the man was gone, until he could no longer hear the footfalls of his feet or smell his scent so close to this space, before he transformed again and took off, searching for Adam
    once more.
    He ran for another five minutes before he found him in a clearing.  Nick had never been to this one. The places he and Adam frequented tended to be closer to pack territory. It was at least safer that way.
    His heartbeat sounded normal, as did his breathing, and there was not so much as a whiff in the air that something could be amiss. He sighed.
    Adam had apparently heard that and noticed him for the first time.  “What are you doing here?”
    The sound of his body shifting told Nick that Adam had suddenly stood. Nick didn’t scent any cotton or polyester clothing on him, which meant that Adam had run here, the same way Nick had.
    “It’s too dangerous for you to be so far out here. Come back,”  Nick said.
    “I can handle myself just fine,” Adam said, and Nick could just  picture the way his face twisted