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.

because I was human and weaker than her in some ways, that I had plenty to give. I needed to

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

what do I

and she was going

stupid, arrogant, pricks – and then I s her outside of the cottage, disabling her and taking her right to choose

will ever know me for. That’s all she’ll remember of me.

Pain.

Kitty

Goddamn it

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said she could love me and’t felt that. I felt it and

what you get. At least you got to see

of us to lose our temper and attack him so he’d have an

out from his abdomen attracts my attention and 1 smile. At least he’s going to go too.

His 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

a

2

too asshole. See you

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

never seen a wolf shift before. Now that I have, I’ve got to say, it’s pretty fucking scary. The moment my eyes spied the bullets on the ground, I heard it. The snap, crackle, and pop of bones shitting into something otherworldly. By the time I was able to lift my chin, Roman was already half wolf and his fully shifted paw was flying toward my mid–section.

That’s when I

simply took aim and emptied the chamber into his 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,

above me, panic more than

is carrying on up above me like some frightened mother hen as he surveys my injuries.

his gaze going from me to Roman then back

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 Pops. “I can’t be sure, but I’m betting you and I are headed different places you

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

won’t let this happen!” Then Gryffiny disappears into my room, coming

blanket.