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.

spinning on my heels to come

an inch at so taller than I am, but 1

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

whole lot of silver youre

says

many holes I’m gonna have to put into that bastard before we get to Washington. If it were up to me.

chin and steps back. “Silver bullets

sure as fuck

say, before I

Roman’s hands and shoulders, the angle of his mouth