The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred Eight–Eight

DELILAH

I knew it! I knew It! He is the wolf I saved from my brother’s trap! He’s my Wolfie.

Tears fill my eyes as Quinn’s giant form steps cautiously toward me. Hej so beautiful like this. So powerful and elegant… and it’s almost inconceivable to think that creatures like him do in fact exist. They really do! And this one, this tall dark brown and gray beast is kneeling in front of me and watching me with eyes the color of citrine jewels. They’re animalistic and intelligent, wild and tame, all at the same time.

To think, all these years I’ve watched my dad and the rest of the Elders hunting for a species like Quinn’s and I always thought they were crazy. I always thought they were nuts – AND THEY ARE just not for the reasons I believed. The Elder Few’s entire way of life is definitely demented and whether I want to admit it or not, they have always operated like a cult. I just never wanted to think of it that way because my dad was such a big part of it, but the truth is, he was just as disturbed as the rest of them.

And now… Cane… I cannot let them have my brother! I can’t!

Now more than ever I want to see the Elders destroyed, but I refuse to put Quinn in any danger. Now that I know what he is… I can’t let him help me. I can’t. If he were to get hurt or worse, killed… I’d never forgive myself. I’d never recover,

As I begin to moan and sob great big alligator tears, the sudden whine of the wolf in front of me goes straight to my heart and for a moment he appears disappointed. Heartbroken… Backing away from me with his head hung low, he releases another whine of pain and I leap forward before I even know what I am doing.

“Please, don’t be upset! I beg him, pressing my face into his thick muscular neck. “You are so beautiful Quinn. I swear you are and I’m so glad you chose to reveal yourself to me. Thank you! Thank you for trusting me!” Yet, I continue to cry because I know there’s no way

brother around this mess we’re in. This mess my

put up in.

A rumble of contentment vibrates from the chest of the animal in my arms and I do my best to dry my

tears.

Ruffling his fur in my hands I step back from him and say, “There are some things about the Elder Few that you probably need to know.”

Quinn’s ears suddenly twitch and his head swivels toward the stairs. He kicks himself into the air and that quickly shifts back into his human form. Much faster than he made the shift the first time and it takes me a minute to process his nudity as he grabs for his clothes.

“Wow,” I hiss. Try as I might, I can’t seem to pick my jaw up off the floor as I’m left to gape at the harmonious fluidity of each of his muscles that glint in the moonlight.

says. “I’ll be right back.”

as he races toward the steps. “Not your roommate, I hope?!”

his shoulder. “It’s my Alpha. Let me go and see what he

and I’m left staring after him with about a thousand different thoughts scampering

and

the

onto the patio. Closing the door behind me as gently possible, I take

home.

Staring

I dial Cane. It rings three times before he answers and when he does I’m almost at a loss for what to

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Hundred Eight–Eight

late Delilah,” says a voice hardly recognize. His tone is pitched lows, just above a whisper and I have to wonder where in

are you Cane?” I ask, wondering how much he’s planning to tell me about the horrible things he did this morning. To

His best friend.

worry about it,” he says quietly. “I’m safe and I’m tired. I’ve been but training

Canet Under a fucking pile of sticks?! You

“It changed Listen, just stay there one more night, okay? Tomorrow I’ll have someone

and a car? What are you the big man on campus all of a sudden Cane? You’re just going to send someone? Then an idea strikes me and I want to see what his reaction is. “Puck that, Cane. Send

next. But sadly, it doesn’t change the way I wanted it to. It turns colder and emptier instead. “I don’t know where the fuck Charlie is D! He abandoned me at the compound. He

Charlie

is dead, and that knowledge

of my voice.“No! Fuck you Cane. Don’t do it. I’m good on the train or the bus. Forget I even called you at all! Good luck with your training. Watch out for flying cans of soup! I hang up

He doesn’t.

and fresh tears burn my eyes as I realize that Cane is even more obsessed than my father was. He flat out lied to me about Charlie. Charlie! His best friend from five years old! The one person Cane did everything with! When the pair of them hit puberty theymasturbated together! I know, because I caught them and nailed them both with cans of soup! One can each right to the balls. One of my truly finer

And now…?