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

before they go outside and says, “Stay here,

America,” I

these d

to get killed

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

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,

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my soup and grab a pot out of the nighnend, a loud stepping

fuking

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

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

I short, before grabbing her and

have

the ashlight just as a gut wrenching booed sounds on the right side of the cabin and jump. Oh no! Its a wolf!

Pacing amound

cabin, I swing

the brush. At first I don’t see anything, just bushes

the flashlight glints off tw medallions of guld sparkling

the biggest fucking wolf

hory 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 big as a horse. God, if the one that

I con when I’m about seven feet

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 I’m foul feet from him and I can see where the wolf’s entire front paw is caught in the wide–tooth bear trap Cane must have set up

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

deep growl catches my attention and my head jerks up to meet the most mesmerizing eyes I have ever seen. They’re full on yellow. Gorgeous and

try to help you. But if you bite me? If you take off an arm, or a leg? I won’t be able to.

know how truly stupid of a move this was. But… I’m already hera–tm two feet from the damn prg. I take

his head closer,