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.

human and weaker than her in some ways, that I had

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

was begging. She begged me. And what

and she was going to go.

be one of those stupid, arrogant, pricks – and then I s her outside of the cottage, disabling

know me for. That’s all she’ll remember

Pain.

Kitty Cat

Goddamn it

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it and it felt so good. I wanted it. Wanted

off. Cane. You get what you get. At least you got to see her again.

bullets. That’s probably the real reason he kept talking so much shit. He wanted one of us to lose our temper and attack him

out from his abdomen attracts my attention and 1 smile. At

my hand when look over at him, at Roman. His big orange–brown eyes are angry as he

than a majestic

2

asshole. See you on the other

a pool of my own blood, with a gash the size of my forearm and as deep as my whole hand, along my torso, I play back the last few

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. It is safe to say that a wolf’s claws are pretty goddamned sharp. I never even felt the blow. But it knocked me back

it. That’s when I shot

into my hand easily, then 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, so at least there’s

frantic voice sounds above me, panic more than evident

that 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

to Roman then back again. Quinn meets my eyes, then

“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

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

Then Gryffiny disappears into my room,

blanket.