The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred Seventy–Six.

DELILAH

Rushing past the two or three people waiting for a table and ignoring the glare of some twenty pound hostess, I head straight for the booth by the corner window. As I get closer, my steps falter. It’s Charlie alright, but he doesn’t look nearly as excited as he did this morning. In fact, he looks downright gloomy. He’s seated behind a steaming mug of coffee and damn near crying into the cup. And where In the holy hell is Cane? The two of them only ever separate to take a plus.

What if those old fuckers hurt him? What if Came can’t be here because het……..

Stop it Del, stop it. You would feel it if he were dead. At least, I hope I woahl

“Charlie?” I say, sliding into the other side of the booth just before the hostess taps me on the shoulder.

Charlie’s soil brown eyes lift toward me and for a moment, it’s almost as if he doesn’t recognize me. His clothing is rumpled and there are a couple of fresh bruises just under his chin, telling me that I was right to worry about them. I can’t stop the pasp that rushes forth, nor the yelp of fear that escapes when it does.

“D” Charlie exclaims, coming to life. He jerks forward slightly, coffee slashing out of his mug and onto the table. “H–how are you here? W we left you–h–how-

“A friend,” I reply, a touch guiltily.

“A friend?” Charlie inquires quizzically. His eyebrows come together in disbelief and he scowls. “Since when do you have those?”

Despite my mounting fear for Cane, I release a short giggle. He’s not wrong. “Since my brother and his dumb–dumb best friend left me to fend for myself in a pile of firewood.”

Charlle frowns, his eyes moistening. “I’m so sorry about that D. We shouldn’t have,” he whimpers, lifting the unspilled coffee to his lips and taking a loud sip.

As I watch him, I notice his hands are shaking, and when his shirt rides back over his wrist, I see red ligature marks cuffing his flesh. The blazing trepidation I was working to keep at a simmer suddenly bails over and my body begins to buzz with dread.

“Charlie,” I hissed, reaching forward impulsively to take his hand in mine. “What the fuck happened to you two?”

underside of his carpal bone.

He tries to snatch his hand back, but I squeeze my grip tight, my eyes focusing on the tattered skin on the un “H–hey! L–leggo, he mumbles, but I don’t and he snorts his displeasure like a five year old child.

“Where’s Cane?” I snap and Charlie’s face crumples into a mask of betrayal. Oh shit. Something is definitely up.

“He’s with them,” Charlie spews bitterly.

“What do you mean, he is with them? You mean they won’t let him go? ts he hurt? Did you see them hurt him? What-”

…..with… them,” he clarifies slowly, his

“He’s not hurt!” Charlie explodes furiously, spittle flying out of his mouth as his chin quivers. “He’s…” eyes going wet again.

father

that mean? Then it dawns on me… The Elder Few are a completely exclusive group. They hardly ever initiate new my members. You either have to be nominated by a one of their inner circle, or be a legacy applicant – which Cane would’ve been if had nominated him before he died. Being as Cane grew up in that place alongside the other sons, they must have decided to accept Cane’s application on a technicality. Excusing him from nomination due

I say sympathetically, taking Charlie’s hands in mine. They didn’t

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