The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

13:08 Thu Nov 14

The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Thirty–Three

DOMONIC

A package came in the mail today for Draven. There is no return address and no identifying marks. As far as I’m aware, she hasn’t ordered anything for herself, but then again, I can’t really be certain. The box is small and wrapped like a present. I highly doubt that it would be a gift she bought for me, but it is possible. I stare at it in the middle of my dining room table and wonder if I should open it myself before she gets back. What if it’s something dangerous? What If It’s a new messige? If it is, I don’t want her frightened away from me, I don’t want her to nim. Her living here with me is more than I could have eich hoped for after what I did. I love the way she woke me up this morning just to get the keys to my car. I like the thought of spoiling her, of sharing everything I have with her. The way I took her against the shower wall last night, marking her as I pumped myself inside her. Ensing the tension of the upcoming Full Moon Shift. These are all things I never realized I would want before I met her. When we created those rules so long ago… I didn’t know how wonderful it could be to simply have her.

The longer I stare at the box, the more the need to open it grows. Fuck if it were supposed to be a surprise for me, she should have been wwaiting for it.

I reach for it, tearing into the box neatly, just in case I decide to tape it back up. A small wooden jewelry box sits inside of it shrouded vaguely familiar scent.

The scent of a shifter… the scent of an unfamiliar wolf

Suddenly I am on guard, opening it carefully and preparing myself for something gruesome.

But what sits inside is anything but. It’s a polished golden locket with two pictures inside. The one on the right is of a child. A tiny littlè girl with bright green eyes and unruly black hair. The other is of a word. A very familiar looking woman

It is this woman’s picture that has my blood running gold. Because the woman looks nearly identical to Draven.

What

the fuck is this? I hiss

RAINIER

I get dressed in casual clothes.

fuck are you going?”

the kill.

Angie. Shit. Turning around, I fish through my bowl full of lies as she watches me

eyes skating over my outfit lazily. “In

will, but one of the things Draven did say to me was that it’s

I don’t know her that well yet, but it’s just something I can sense. She won’t outright throw me under the bus, but she’s definitely clever enough to steer said bus my way.

if she does. Maybe it’s

have

back as soon as I can, okay? I don’t have time to talk

now

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jump into dy cur before she can finish her

It’s not us if I believe she’s going to beat me up. Maybe if she weren’t so angry all the time–maybe if she showed me even a little bit of

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a half an hour of fishing, I’m happing up and down with excitement as I sip my margarita. “Oh my God! I’m a fucking killer!! I shout, and the girls around me double up with laughter. Ryder blushes and it is then that I remind

shakes his head, “That’s okay. You should hear my

dark–skinned girl called Thedora is busily cleaning our catches while perched on the patio table under the umbrella. “Draven, you better call Dom and let him know we’re gonna be late. Looks like we’re having

Ryder squeals, dancing around. This is so much fun! I

Draven says, her eyes glued toward the mainland as if in search of something. “Besides, our ride