The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Sixty–One

QUINN

When Thunsons and I arrive at Dobson’s cabin, the first thing that I notice is the sweet smell of sugared Blac. It’s faint, just a whisper in the air, but the scent is so deliciously templing that I find myself trotting through the busted doorway of the cabin in search of its source. The place is completely empty, save for a few cans of soup and an assortiment of tools. Following the shadow of an aroma that has suddenly grabbed a hold of my balls, I find myself in the middle of the foom with my nose to a moldy old couch. My eyes catch on a bright yellow scarf that peeks between the cushions and I drag it out with my teeth. Nestling my muzzle into the soft fabric for a moment, I realize this scarf belongs to Lilac. Whoever she is. The odd desire to take the thing with me has my ears twitching hat I ball the damo thing up anyway and tuck it behind my jowls. Timmons les into the spice in his human form, his eyes dark with disappointment.

“It looks like they skipped already,” Timmons says, stepping toward a discarded pair of night goggles and a radial listening device. “There are a good amount of traps around the place, but they’ve all been spru

I shift into myself, my brows furrowing and I reroll the scarf and tuck it under my arm. “That’s weird,” I supply, ducking outside as my senses fire on the familiar scent of my blood.

I walk into the trees and right away I see it. A large double spring steel bear trap that is fairly coated in my blood.

“Jesus, Timmons gasps. “Guess that’s one mystery solved. We must have been out here last night. Probably around the same time Gayle

was.

I pod, leaning down to finger the jagged steel teeth! Poachers and hunters don’t just up and leave this kind of equipment. It’s not cheap and judging by the state of this cabin, these guys aren’t rich. They’ll be back. I’ll bet my next blow job on it.

“I’d almost take that bet if I didn’t know you were talking about the one that divorcee cougar gives you every Friday.”

I flip him off, smirking as 1 stand up and prepare to shift. “That cougar you’re talking about, can make taking a whole dick look like a magic trick, and sing a song while she’s at it.”

Timmons cracks up as the two of us shift and race into the thick of the woods heading for Port Orchard at about fifty miles per hour. To some that might not seem very fast, but try moving at that speed in a forest dense with trees and brambles. I can promise it will feel a whole lot quicker once you’re weaving and dodging and scouring the forest floor for evil steel teeth.

the scent of sugared lilac wafts toward me and I slow my steps. Creeping low, behind a few bushes, I wait for Timmons to catch up before I slink toward the open dirt road. My eyes catch on someone hiking toward the creek. I race through the trees,

Weird. She shouldn’t have been able to see me. I was moving

a slow circle, she scans the woods warily. I study her face as she does this, keeping low to the ground just in case she pulls a weapon. But from what I can tell, she’s clean. Not even a hint of gunpowder on her. Weirdly enough, she doesn’t look scared as she surveys the woods, but thoughtful. Like she is trying to figure something out. Or maybe… she’s wondering what is stalking her and planning a better layout for her traps. Suddenly,

irises shining like twin blue gems, studded with tiny opalescent fragments of green and gold. I’m completely fixated on her, walking my eyes over her petite, yet wildly curvaceous form while my tongue drops halfway out of my mouth and I pant for air. An unintentional growl rumbles through me, almost like a reflex, when she suddenly turn back around and her hair shimmers around her like flames of a wildfire. The long, fine

like these days, I may as well that planning my capture now. I’m not opposed to

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one pulling them.

tap Old Bob from the docks Pocher females definitely fall into the category

from her and stalking toward Timmons, I bid my lovely tac a silent farewell. That’s when she decides

this way or not, but if I do, I’ll be sure to pick up

111 be coming

bandages? For me? She knows

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y hurt pow

least, she thinks she does.

Unless… she wasn’t the one that caught me. Gayle did say that it was two males and a girl. Maybe it’s only the men that

into the clouds and

hall, my mind wanders back to a couple of hours ago.

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