The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates
Chapter 149
Chapter One Hundred–Forty–Nine
DREAM SEQUENCE
I’m running through the woods, wearing nothing but an inversized button ap shirt that I’m fairly a
doesn’t belong to me. Although my (feet are bare, I somehow don’t feel the sharp rocks when I land on them or the thorny bushes as barrel through them um laughing and playing. Iraping nimbly from tree to tree as hide. Each time I hear a brunch break, or catch a whisper in the wind, I move on. Slowly but surely making my way deeper and deeper into the kingdom of Evergreens. The further in Ign, the higher the ground becomes and soon I am climbing. over boulders and shattered tree stumps. Hurding my way toward the sover hala of light that beckons beyond a tight circle of redwoods. I must there. I have to find him. He is searching for me. I know it. No matter what it takes. I have to make it to that point so that I can fully meet Him. My guardian in the woods, my wolf I havent heard him howling for me but in my heart I can feel him calling. He waits at the highest point. Minding his secrets and my own at the top of this grueling hill.
Suddenly, I catch my foot on something and look down. At first, 1
the streets of LA Except
ether you might
slivers of
In woods so brevity beced
what is staring back at me. It just appears to be a face, like any
forest, on a mountainside rodilled with spikes of green and “there is a part who uta atop this peak smoking a cheroot and dressing the
trees in curfs of smoke.
This face ducunt belong here. As I pert closer, Enota
sht about the neck that I didn t before, it appears to be torn. A long gash has (the first tattered and uneven. I pop en my eyes curch on the letters written’ulong the chin and
“are ubu mumbers circling the evelib, hed etched along
ripped the onær soft skin of the thereket over the forehead. They mean some the jawline that end just at the aman
of the
I fall to my needs a pot of the face o Tinije”
meuth any bat bytt
and the terribly dead eyes burn incu ime and follow my movement. The ground
arway from the face. A rumble bus sturted behind me. An
Jew, than a black beast made from the
the base of my
monsters of the
of the
body almost wraithicke
kounts in Font of me.
he can’t understand any
bady before settling in the side of my
and my neck and shoulders are bare
I
une untunging is he brings me closer and shudder, marveling at the
the points at his fangs
DREAM
panting
as I
-
the fud.” I say, dukim
beling
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Chapter One Hundred–Forty–Nine
to be on the yacht. Then a lingering scent walls
the memory of Rainier’s wedding ring surfaces. My mind is still Hazy, and the events
my head won’t let me release my tears. Bly neck on the tight side tingles and burns for a moment and I gasp as the sensation quickly becomes soothing Chasing away the melancholy in my heart of the events of the day slowly come back to
studio is coming from the windows and a tiny lamp near the front door. Looking down at my hands, I realize I’ve been clutching something to my chest. It’s a dark, navy blue shirt that smells just like Heaven and I hold it closer as I stand up. Flipping on the nearest lightswitch, the apartment is suddenly flooded with yellow light. I frown as
he go? When did
let me go. The instant anguish… the panic. Then his loss of control when he snapped and latched onto my body, begging me to
home dummy. To his wife. You know
mirror next to the window, I tilt my head to inspect my neck. It doesn’t long to find what I’m looking for, but when I do my eyes widen like saubers and the ending of my dream resurfaces. “Oh my God! 1 hiss, shifting closer to the mirror to get a better look. My throat is covered in hickles and even though the sight of them causes me to blush furiously and my core to start dripping with heat, they
neck and my shoulder- there is
He
le bit m
punched right through my flesh. Studying it, I notice the two darkest points of the bitemark. Right
the first
step as more of my memory surfaces. I hold up the shirt and realize for the first time that it is ripped beyond repai “Did that shit really happen?” I whisper, closing my eyes as the image of Rainier hovering over me on the couch superimposes onto the image of
can’t afford to turn reality y into
when my dad agreed to trade me to Hector for his debt – I relied on my intuition. I was hurt, certainly. Ashamed, definitely. But there was also this little voice inside my head that said my
was right wasn’t
right,” I scolded myself. “He’s married.”
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