The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Seven

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who it is before I turn around. My body tenses, the slight shift of Jason’s feet triggering my body into action. I spin and leap toward him, catching a flash of his fangs as they shift out. In my peripheral, I see Logan and Quinn flanked by more than a dozen girls, scrambling out of the way as I crash into Jason and the pair of us go tumbling into the rock wall. Now he is all I can see.

He smirks at me as my hands close around his throat and his muscles well with change.

“You die tonight,” 1 hiss, my body quaking as the pair of us shift in a cacophony of growls and ripped clothing,

I know my brothers are there. Watching. Waiting for any moment that might appear to be losing the fight. Because whether I can beat him or not doesn’t matter. All I need from him is for him to be dead. The way or how that it’s accomplished doesn’t matter. A pack of wolves is what they are. A pack. And should I show the slightest tremble, my brothers will pounce on Jason like piranhas in the Amazon. There will be nothing left. He has raped for the last time.

The knowledge of this boosts my confidence and we twirl together in deadly dance. Our snapping jaws and snarling fangs echo deep in the cavern, filling my ears with nothing but, I rip at his belly, my claws tearing through flesh, blood warming my pas. To my surprise, it doesn’t deter him. He winds around me, attempting to get a grip on my neck with his teeth. But I’m bigger than he is and buck him off, flipping his body as I kick him out the doorway and into the night.

He’s injured, I can see this as I stalk through the tunnel toward him. My mind is barely aware that Logan and Quinn have shifted to take a profective stance in front of Bartlett and Draven. Jason snarls at my approach, leaping onto his feet despite the fact that he is pouring his shifter blood all over the desert rock

We circle each other slowly, him using the time to heal and me using the time to let him. I don’t mind toying with him a bit before death.” I hope for him to carry the memory of this night into his afterlife. A slight bend of his hindleg warns me he is about to pounce and I attack, shifting my movement as I snap my jaws closed in the space I believe he will be. My fangs rip into flesh, tasting the copper of his Blood and savoring its flavor as I whip my head back to rip a chunk of his neck from his body. But he’s still moving and his legs shoot out, scraping across my stomach as he flies past me and back into the cave, slamming the door closed behind him. Momentarily stunned by the pain that blossoms in my mid–section, I’m not quite fast enough to shift back before he can slide the latch closed on the other side. Which is exactly what he does.

of frustration rumbles past my throat as I change. Coming back into myself bleeding and angry.

am already healing, so I ignore the startled cries of Draven in Bartlett’s arms and focus on

shout, my head swiveling to lock eyes with Thomas. “Is

with a smirk.

charging toward him, my

the one who found this place. I don’t know how long he’s

door to the compound. My mind is spinning, my anger so great that I’m finding trouble. collecting my thoughts. The adrenaline of the fight coupled with the loss of my

it out. We should get the girls to safety and then return another day. We should

snaps. “Benjamin’s still

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That’s right. Suddenly there’s no time to waste. I race toward the door, pounding on the damn thing with a vengeance. The surface of the metal begins to dent, whining and bending with the force of my sta. “Benjamin!” I scream,

open and Benjamin falls to the ground. He is bleeding from a gash at his

at my feet, “H–he k–killed her,” he says, his eyelids fluttering K–Kim is

“Help him!”

toward Cadence and to my amazement, she races forward at near Shifter

back around, I shift, Logan, Paul, and Quinn right behind me. The four of us race into the cavern, our noses to the ground. We follow the trail of Jason’s blood to where it ends in front of a locked metal door. His door. Shifting back, I scream again as I realize the

force it open. Metal squeals as the handle loosens, but the latch on the other side remains firmly intact. The four of us might be able to rip

“I noticed some tools in Thomas room. I’ll go see what

say, putting my ear to the d

on picking up Jason’s breathing on the

tomb. But I refuse to leave until