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.

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

time for heroics if

begged me. And what

and she

pricks – and then

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

Pain.

Kitty

Goddamn it

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felt that. I felt it and it

Cane. You get what you get. At least you

He wanted one of us to lose our temper and attack

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

Roman. 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

hyena than a majestic

2

you on the

the size of my forearm and as deep as

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

did it. That’s when I shot

of my sleeve and 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

frantic voice sounds above me, panic

and not Quinn, that is carrying on up above me like some frightened mother hen as he surveys my injuries. For a moment,

Roman then 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

in my mouth. Frowning, 1 picture Cayle’s face when she

Then Gryffiny disappears into my room, coming back with a

blanket.