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

outside and says,

duh Captain America,” I snap, watching

of these d

either going to get killed or sent to prison

the wilderness and youneed food. But poaching is just plain wrong. And that is absolutely all those two do, I don’t completely blame my simple–minded older brother. It’s not like he dreamed of killing animals from the time he was small. My dad is the one who got him into it. They went on their first excursion together when Cane was ten and I was five. I still remember what it felt like when they came home with two dead wolves hidden in the bed of my dad’s truck. I cried for a damn week. Wolves are so beautiful and so… fierce! Why does

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 year. He was a member of some elite potching society called The Elder Few and Cane was supposed to join in, but my dad died before he could nominate him- thank

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and grab a pot out of the nighnend, a loud stepping noise sounds just outside the kitchen window, followed by the yelp of what I know has

hist. “They out fuking trap around the house toor

wands on the other side of the wall and I know its the animal trying to get free. I should help it it’s

release when there’s an animal caught in one. I’ll have to get really close.

before grabbing her and a flashlight

I have to.

just as a gut wrenching booed sounds on the right side of the cabin and jump. Oh

Pacing amound the

cabin, I swing

brush. At first I

off tw medallions of guld sparkling in the dark and I freeze

fucking wolf fve

hory is

the wolf’s beautifully sleek gray- gn coat. He’s growling and whining at the same time, and when my light catches on his fangs 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 wolves over the years. But not one

I con when I’m about seven feet

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 I’m foul feet from him and I can see where the wolf’s entire front paw is caught in the

see all the blood on the ground and around the trap. But then I notice something… the peg that releases the trap is

head jerks up to meet the most mesmerizing eyes I have ever seen. They’re full on yellow.

pretty,” I say softly, noting the drool that’s dripping from his angry mouth. “I want to get you out. Okay? I’m going to try to help you. But if you bite me? If you take off

a move this was. But… I’m already hera–tm two feet from the damn prg. I take a deep breath, noting the wolf changing position as he prepares to strike, but praying that there is a God

wolf moves his head closer,