The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Fifty–One

DELILAHI

Staring at the back of my brother’s head with a can of soup in my hand, ready to be thrown- I wonder, for maybe the five billionth time. how anybody could be as stupid as he is. I mean, he was born normal. A least, I think he was. Then again, I wasn’t there during the hatching so there might be details of his birth that my mother chose to leave out each time she told the story. Dad’s story almost matched hers too perfectly. It was probably rehearse There had to be an incident, or unseen variable. Maybe there was a shockwave at the very moment he was born, or maybe the nurse wrapped his body up too tightly and the blood couldn’t flow properly. Im not sure what happened, but something did! Because he is an idiot!

A bonafide moron on two legs (sometimes three).

And now… while I stare at his sandy blond head, I contemplate whether or not his being canned in the back of the head would even do any real damage. I doubt it. It’ll probably just open my soup,

I sigh, putting the soup down on the raggedy wooden counter of the rickety wooden kitchen in this ruggedly decrepit cabin, and glaring out the window at the full moon in the sky.

“I can’t believe you idiots dragged me out here,” I complain, turning on the faucet and watching the sludge roll out of the tap. Every fucking time. It’s going to take five whole minutes for that shit to clear.

Oh come on, baby,” Charlie, my brother’s best friend says, suddenly at my side. “You would’ve been lonely without me.”

He sidles up to me, rubbing the front of his pants along my ass. Rolling my eyes, I whip my arm up *Don’t fucking touch me, Charles.”

up and kn

knuckle crack him in his forehead.

“Damn it, D! You could have broken my nose!” Charlie snaps.

“Coulda – woulda – shoulda. Come back over here and I’ll try again.”

“Quiet!” my brother Cane shouts

He’s got his dumbass arms headset things on his wide melon head and is pointing some weird little microphone out toward the woods. When his feet start bouncing I know it’s about to get real and I clench my teeth in anger as he and Charlie start suiting up to head out.

“We got one! Cane cries out, tossing his headset and snatching up his rifle and night goggles.

“Yes!” Charlie squeals like the bitch he is, before grabbing his hunting knife and tranq gun.

Cane turns to

they go outside

I

of these

two are either going to get killed

time he was small. My dad is the one who got him into it. They went on their first excursion together when Cane was

disgusts me. They disgust me. The only reason why I come with them when they do this is to make sure someone is there for that eventual time that the shit hits the fan. In the old days, it would’ve been my dad, but he died last

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One Hundred Fifty One

grab a pot out of the nighnend, a loud stepping noise sounds just outside the

“They out fuking trap

its the animal trying to get free. I should help it it’s the least I

there’s an animal caught in

I short, before grabbing her and a flashlight

this. I have to. For

the right

amound

cabin, I swing

back and forth near the brush. At first I don’t see

the flashlight glints off tw medallions of guld sparkling in the dark and

is the biggest fucking wolf

hory is

for a moment I almost stop dead. They are longer and sharper than any teeth I’ve ever seen, and my dad caught a lot of

there,” I con when I’m about seven feet from

thrashing still, seemingly ignoring me. I think if I can get close enough while he’s doing that, then I can release the trap wil having to worry about being torn to ribbons. So I take a deep breath and step closer and closer. One little tiny foot at a time until

on the ground and around the trap. But then I notice something… the peg that releases the trap is nearly out. But… how?

eyes I have ever seen. They’re full on yellow. Gorgeous

drool that’s dripping from his angry mouth. “I want to get you out. Okay? I’m going to try to help you. But

snapping his jaws at me and for the first time I know how truly stupid of a move this was. But… I’m already hera–tm two feet from the damn prg. I

his head closer, growling