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.

catch on someone hiking toward the creek. I race through the trees, passing the stranger so

I was moving fast and low. Maybe she heard

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

arresting in the most hypnotic way, her 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

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

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one pulling them.

let myself down gently. I am as likely in tap that, as 1 am to tap Old Bob from the docks Pocher females definitely fall into the category of NO WAY NEVER. Even for non discriminating

my lovely tac a silent farewell. That’s when she decides to speak to

do, I’ll be sure to pick up some perside and

into town Wolfie! Not sure if 111 be coming back handages to tend to your

and bandages? For me?

ΠΟΥ

y hurt pow

thinks she does.

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 are the poachers and Lilac is only along for the ride. Maybe… she’s dating one of them. Or…both

up into the clouds and drag yourself

toward the creek. This time keeping far enough away from her that we can avoid any chance of her hearing or seeing us. As we crest over the bottom of the hall, my mind wanders back to a couple of hours ago. When the twelve of us first came out of the forced shift and a gaping hole seemed to be carved right into my

only