The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Seventy–Two

Getting off the train and stepping out into a large city so different from Miami is a blue experience for me. I was used to high rise buildings that lined the beach. but this was altogether different. No kandy shees here. No palm trees either, just wonderful autumn leaves against a backdrop of gorgely spiked mountains. The new of it all is so breathtaking, for a moment I don’t feel the ache in my neck.

“Til letch my car and meet you both in the front of the station Gabriel says,

Ling into the wash of people heating toward the parking lot.

Emily and I nod as we proceed to step

tep outdoors into the crisp fall air. ” you sure that Emily asks as we wait near the rub marked for Pick Up

“No, I admit, thinking of the handsome new acquaintance we won the train. But hom the same town we’re heading to and he said he knows a place we can

“What if it with him?” She remarks playing with the sleeves of Koda’s eater. I had most forgotten that she had nothing to her name. She was still wearing the same pestkult she’d been wearing for the last two days.

1 doubt that’s what he meant. I chuckle, wonder if we can get him to stop at one of these boutiques on the way there. We need to get you some clothes.”

But I don’t have any money,” Emily protests. And besides, Im not ready to take Koda’s water off”

* I concede. “You can share my clothes until we can figure a way around town and buy you your own. And don’t worry about money. What I have – you have,”

you dare argue.”

She gives me carefree smile. “Alright. I won’t

“Look“” I say, pointing toward the line of cars heading out of the packing structure. Think that’s him”

He’s really handsome,”

“He Is Too handsome.

“What if be a serial killer?”

Then thank God there’s two of us.” I grin. “We’ll hust have to have each other’s back

The ride to the Village of the Ard Way is quiet for the most part. The only sounds coming from Emily and me as we marvel over the beauty of the landscape. Gabriel

sits quietly until we make our way out of the city and onto the open mountain road. That’s when he decides it is time to get masy

without anywhere to stay?” He

Tm punishing my boyfriend. hot a beemmly. But

of disappointment and I mile to myself knowing statement had

me and at the same time just on the off chance that he is in fact a serial killer–he’ll think there’s someone out there that misses me. Which of

known a gorgeous girl like

brand Brally! Who

this place you were telling us about,” I saying the conversation toward something I do want to discuss. “Is a

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Chapter Seventy–Two

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distinct impression tha

mokery keking

way? I mean where did you get

way we were

true, you should tell me

him he puts

truth before freezing on the mark along my neck. He loses his smile, and

you can meet everyone and decide if you still want to stay.”

and drinking bottle after d been. I’m drink an fark and past the thought of sering

bottle of

if that bastard is

I know he’s not. I don’t know how I know, but I do. This rem putting on trying to paint Margo as my mate, its not going to work. (realized this. Actually, fight have idd know when I decided on this plan that the hiller was a wolf Because I refuse to mark Marzo, and I’m not going to

lie was immense Like buming through my veins when 1 uid it.

1. her here and protect her one But I did not because I am

her stepfather did to her and everything Les tried to do to her…I pushed her away like

ponding abnormally and my fangs feel like they’ve been ripped from my mouth. And now? just five hours after

sleep hares through my brain dog as he eats himself across

no longer give a a fuck

uplet gros know your heart was in

have known better. Your problem is you think

What I didn’t know–was how to protect my girl gh, dropping my face my hand. “I just wanted her somewhere safe Now don’t have

swings open and Koda

asshole. Unless you count my being the world record for bottles of whiskey downed

him with unsteady eyes. “Dil

his eyes falling

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