The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty–Six

CANE

There’s this moment that passes when you’re about to die. An instant of complete clarity. It is almost as if there is a layer of fog lifted

the colors seem brighter. Detalls are more acute and so are intentions. In fact, right then, when you realize whe

you know there is any way around it, you move toward it without fear, For that half a second, time stretches, the

acceptance lakes over. You brain says, Chi, so das in it then. This is low? And, you

Drun it

to get the bullets. Or Griffin.

1 knew better, I never should have taken my eyes off of him. I should have sent Quinn to get

There was never any y way they were going to watch over him the way I would, because they are not human. They can heal

1, however, cannot,

Gayle.

I should have listened to her when she asked me to go with them. I should have said, “Fuck this asshole. Let him come for me and the spent as much time as I could noticing every single one of Gayle’s smiles in the way that she apparently noticed mine.

Now… I’ll never know them. Those precious couple of hours with her in roy arms is all i will ever get.

dry didn’t 1997

I mean… why

Why was I so obsessed with playing the hero?

But I know what the answer is. Of course I do.

that just because I was human and weaker than her in some ways, that I had plenty to give. I needed to do something for her that she was never able to do for herself

of time for heroics if I’d just conceded to her request.

her request… she was begging. She begged me. And what

and she

to be one of those stupid, arrogant, pricks – and then I s

she will ever know me for.

Pain.

Kitty Cat

Goddamn it

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that. I felt it and it felt

you get. At least you

your have to kick him? I’m sure that’s when he was able to take out the bullets. That’s probably the real reason he kept talking so much shit. He wanted one of us to lose our temper and attack

a wolf bleeding out from his abdomen attracts my attention and

big orange–brown eyes are angry as he watches me, blood coloring the dark brown fur of his underside. As far as wolves go, he’s fucking ugly and looks more like a larg

than a majestic wolf.

2

See you

a gash the size of my forearm and as deep as my whole hand, along

I was able to lift my chin, Roman was already half wolf and his fully shifted

when I did it. That’s when I shot him.

stomach. At that point, I no longer cared that they wanted him alive, because I wanted him dear. Looks like I’ll get my wish, so at least

above me, panic more

is carrying on up above me like some frightened mother hen as he surveys my injuries. For a moment, he looks around like a helpless child, his chest heaving as he pulls at his

me to Roman then back

to let him know I understand, then I turn back to Rogan’s wild, feral glare and give him the middle finger. “Give this to my dad, will you?” I say, because I’m pretty sure there is a special hell for people like him and my

cold, and I taste blood in my mouth. Frowning, 1 picture Cayle’s face when she hears the news and I

happen!” Then Gryffiny disappears into

blanket.