The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty Four

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“Elder Grier and

of the Enforcers. Roman would have called them. It’s why he won’t shut up and it’s the reason why he is, more or less, mintent to lay there with silver bullets in his joints. I kneel down, Ignoring Roman s sudden silence as I dig around in his pockets, I pull out his keys then disappear into the shed out back.

Unlocking the chest as swiftly

I’m able, I grab a twenty two that’s strapped to the inside and load it with silver. Then I fish a spare mung out of my pocket and load it with silver as well. The almost inaudible sound of somerne approaching has me palming the twenty-tw

We had

had a deal.

to come face to face with

taller than I am, but

mean shit. I don’t want to hurt him, but I’m damn sure not going to let him if

whole lot of silver youre p

Gryffin says

Well I’m not sure how many holes I’m gonna have to put into that bastard before we

chin and steps back. “Silver bullets work on humans to

as fuck

I say, before I race

Roman’s hands and shoulders, the angle of his mouth when he talks. “Did you take your eyes him?” I ask Quinn.