The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 No Mates

Chapter Thirty–Nine

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Let me go!” I his. “I don’t want to leave him!”

Koda’s arms close around me, sealing my back against his chest. I can feel the steady rum of his heartbeat as he maneuvers me down the compuniunway. The mun is much too calm for my liking

Howie Domonic do this!

“If you don’t let me go, lil bite you!” I screech, attempting to lower my teeth to his forearms

Koda laughs heartily, tossing me up over his shoulder like a sac of potatoes. Hauling the down the steps and into the state room, he tosses me onto the bed

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snap, jumping up to show him in the chest, “Win is steering this dain thing?”

11s on autohelm. She’s steering hemel,” he says softly, his dark blue eyes twinkling with assement.

Autohelm? So we’re

We’re not just heading out

“Where are we going?” I ask, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves.

gns, Red Wolf Island.”

he hell is that?

I cant my head, “Where the hell is that?

He shrugs then spins around heading for the door. “You’ll be saly there

“What do you mean?” I startle, nunining past him to block the door. “Are you loving na on an island?”

shake his head. “No”

Hugging my arts to my chest, I shiver. “So the Domanie-

in the mess the informs me, shoving past me

Michal?

didn’t kill him I

Michael sits the same as he did before. Trembling and shivering with fear. Although he’s no longer gapped, snotty tears have drenched the front

is he?” He

seat in front of him, much like I did before. “What did

fresh tears. “Do you think he’s going to

kill. Leo is as in as you say he is – then me hell be dne,” lie. I bighly doubt Demonic will be considering anything deeper than a stab wound should he happen upan Leo. He wont give a damn about feelings

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isn’t as innocent as he claims to be,” Michael says chillingly, his ry taking on a strange feral glow, “None of us are,” he chuckles and then shakes himself as if surprised by his cun tone. “I–I’m sorry. I don’t know

What the fuck?

on him, taking note of the strange sharpness that seems to have

my chair back a bit as Michel’s for begins to take on a strangely different am Muscles contorting, knitting, coiling, his smile widening. The rope binding

clamor up from the chair and back against the far wall, “w the hell?”

hurts” Michael growls out in a voler three octaves deeper than before.

Fuck that!

Koda 1 shout.

tongue darting back and forth like a band bust untie

to be coming apart around him. The chair groaning against his weight. His eyes are slanting upward and inward. His face

hacken

nur God,” 1 hiss, stumbling back and away

Marcus change, I noticed his hands always went first, Whatever is happening to Michael is different somehow. He is panting with the effort his body is making to expand while tied down. His face is stuck

dose to the mess hall swings open and Roda is standing there wearing only hiss

in a gutteral voice that

I plea, scambling up onto my feet. neech help! Maybe”

kill you when I

wam, grabbing for Koda’s bare shoulder. “Half beast.

Roda ignores me, his eyes are glued to Michael and when I shift my gaze back to the chair I see that Michael is almost

like a feral beast, but without the fangs to complete the look, the sight something

the hell?” hiss

are bulging and quiring.

its unstable