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Hunter(Zeus's Pack 5)(24)

By:Lynn Hagen


“That’s if the Alpha was telling the truth,” Eagle pointed out.

“True.” Zeus didn’t like the unknown. If it wasn’t the jackasses that tried to kill Torem and Sidney, then who the hell was out there shooting that day?





Chapter Six



Tristan leafed through his drawings, trying to find the one he was just recently working on. His mind replayed the scene from three days ago.

Had he ever been happier then when Hunter and Quinn were making love to him or just spending time with the two? Had he ever felt that close to anyone like this before? No. Tristan knew the answer right away. Although he had managed to stay away from Xavier for three months this time, the shifter would soon find him. He always did.

Tristan scratched one leg with the other, feeling somewhat content at being in Quinn’s house alone. He didn’t like the idea at first, thinking Xavier would find him. But now that Quinn and Hunter were at work, it was peaceful, something he was enjoying while he was drawing.

He jumped when he heard tapping at the bedroom window. Tristan stared down at his drawing, terrified to look over his shoulder. His stomach twisted into knots with fear. His fingers nearly broke the pencil in half as he sat there, debating on what he should do.

Tristan closed his eyes when the tapping sounded again. Why did he open the curtain for sunlight? That was stupid as hell considering his circumstances. He slowly let the pencil go and sat it down. The only thing he could do was make a run for it. Run out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where Quinn and Hunter’s phone numbers were placed next to the phone.

Tristan licked his lips, his heart racing a thousand beats a minute to the point he could hear the pounding in his ears. The urge to sing was strong, but he suppressed it. Now was not the time. He needed to hear what was going on.

Sliding slowly from the stool, Tristan stood. He kept his back to the window as he counted. One, two, three…he shot to the bedroom door and down the hallway, rounding the corner into the kitchen.

Tristan grabbed the cordless phone from its cradle and tried to dial. His hands were shaking so badly, he couldn’t manage to press the correct buttons.

He tried it again, this time managing to get the order of numbers correct. “Hunter, someone is outside the house.”

His mate growled loudly. “On my way, get into a closet, any closet.”

Tristan took the cordless with him, running into the guest bedroom Quinn had occupied until they started sleeping in the same bed a few days before. He shot to the closet and opened the door, nearly slamming it into the wall he was so shaken up. Tristan closed the door and scooted to the back of the closet.

He held his breath as he waited.

“Are you still there?” Hunter asked breathlessly.

“Yeah, I’m in the guestroom closet.” He swallowed, feeling his throat dry out even further. Why wasn’t his mate shifting? That would be quicker. Maybe because it was broad daylight and he had to come through town to get to Tristan.

“Hello,” someone sang nastily from outside the bedroom.

Oh fuck, he was in the house! Tristan held the phone tight to his ear, squeezing his eyes shut. This couldn’t be happening.

“Where are you?”

Tristan tried his best to remain still, but his body was trembling uncontrollably. He opened his eyes, seeing a shadow pass under the closet door. Please, please, please, let Hunter get here in time.

It felt like hours had passed since he ran in here. Where was Hunter? Tristan covered his mouth, suppressing a scream when the closet door handle began to jiggle. When the door flew open, Tristan did in fact scream at the top of his lungs.

“Tristan, are you okay?” Hunter knelt on the floor in front of the closet.

“Yes.”

“Then stay in here. I’m going to hunt.” Hunter closed the closet door, sealing Tristan in once more. He pulled the phone in front of him, dialing Quinn’s phone number.

“Hey, jellybean, miss me already?”

“Someone’s in the house. Hunter has gone after him.”

“Where are you now?” He heard Quinn breathing heavily, knowing his mate was running.

“In the guest room closet. Hunter told me to stay in here.” Tristan bit his nails, fearing that Hunter would get hurt, but too afraid to come out and help him. Right now he would be more of a hindrance than help anyway. He’d never been able to win a fight with Xavier. That was why he always ran.

“Stay in there, I’m on my way.”

“Believe me, I’m not going anywhere.” He pressed his body against the closet wall. “Sir?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m sorry for taking you away from work.” Tristan felt the need to apologize. This is what he had feared from the beginning when Quinn pulled him into his bedroom and away from the Alpha and the others, getting him involved. Now Hunter was out there somewhere, maybe getting hurt.