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

right before they go outside and says, “Stay

duh Captain America,” I snap, watching them go.

of these d

two are either going to get killed or sent

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

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

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loud stepping noise sounds just outside the kitchen window, followed

out fuking

I know its the

bell to release when there’s an animal caught

before grabbing her and a flashlight

have to do this. I have to.

the right side

amound

cabin, I swing

brush. At first I don’t

but then… the flashlight glints off tw medallions of guld

fucking wolf fve

is he beautiful.

hammer in the air like a flag of truce as I shine the flashlight steadily on 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 like this. Beautiful and damn near as

I con when I’m about

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

around the trap. But then I notice something… the peg that releases the trap is nearly out.

head jerks up to meet the most mesmerizing eyes I have ever seen. They’re full on yellow. Gorgeous and glowing and I gasp in in admiration, forgetting for

out. Okay? I’m going to try to help you. But if you bite me? If you take off an arm, or a leg? I won’t be able to. Got it?”

two feet from the damn prg. I take a deep breath,

his head closer, growling