The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Sixty–Six

DOMONIC

Claring at the writing on the wall in the dungeon, I growl. We haven’t removed it because the moment I shift tonight, I will begin my search from right fucking here. Koda, Rainier, and I will bank out from the back passageway and me out in a half cirle in an attempt to catch the scent of the killer. The rest of the pack will scour the treet hanks behind the sheriff station. It is my belief that

river his escape route, as it would be the best way to disguise his

sernt. Water is annoying that WN

I exit out of the back page and into the forest to stare at the trees. How I wish I had spent a little more time at the packhouse this moming. I wanted to hold Draven just a little longer. Wanted to somehins, infuse the feel of her body into my arms. Unfortunately, its much too late for that now.

ing into my pocket, I pull out the emerald ring. Then as quickly as Imable, I dig a two foot hole into the ground with my clans. Placing the ring inside, I make

with myself.

When I finally catch the heidend who has been terrorizing our pack – J will die this up and make Draven my wife

As the sun begins to

to set over the horizon, I dial her number. I just need to hear here before I disappear into the woods for the night. I would like nothing better than to keep Draven with me. So the stress of finding the killer soon is higher than it ever was.

“Hello,” She cool, antwering on the first ring.

ith just the excitement in her voice, my heart aches in my chest as I picture her plump lips twisting into a smile.

“Hey God, I sound terrible. So much for hiding my emotions,

I can feel a tremble of unease skating through the bond and I know she must be feeling the doom in my heart the same way that I am sensing her upset.

I chuckle, closing my eyes to fabricate walls in my head. Building them brick by brick and cementing them together around my mind. “Nothing. I just wish I’d gotten another kits from you before I left.”

And that’s the

the truth, because tomorrow there won’t be one. More than likely, all I will get from her is a punch to the gut.

7 wish you had too,” the whispers. “But I’m glad you called.”

normally pink. I pour ice over my soul when I speak next by picturing Draven’s body surrounded by a fire, started by an unknown arsonist. I let the image

my tone. Her voice is shadowed with unease, “You mean you’re not coming

just want you to know

love you,” she says suddenly and I’m

about twelve

dick goes rock hard.

the time

teeth and fangs and my tongue has become long and useless. Then again, maybe its good that I can’t speak, because if I admit something like that to

as I drop down on all fours and my clothes rip from my body. I fuck my phone behind a large tree root and mark the damn thing with a swipe

away, I realize I recognize her. In my jure anal

with delight as

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head back toward the sky

completelua beckoning howl into the air around doe. Calling all my

of the air, I can smell something in the wind. Something

as images from that night five years ago parade through my mind.

wing and crying,

the ground upon the freshly turned earth and I sent him. The killer. Like a shadow on a cloudy day, it is barely there and incredibly delicate on the senses. 1 touch it with my tongue, committing the scent to memory while at the

not panther, nor bat. He is a wolf

shadow to join

DRAVEN

of the living room, I can’t help but feel like I should be back in Port Orchard. The way Domonic was speaking to me before I told him that I loved him, has

me troubled. Maybe I could take the yacht nut the middle of the night

longingly out at the wharf, I feel her before

from just behind as “We were told to keep you here. At

something,” I say

stand next to where I stare out the window. “I believe you and trust me when say, his fear for

to him, didn’t it? Something

him as passionate about anything before–as he is