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.

me. I wanted her to see me as someone who could protect her. To know 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 and…. I’ve failed.

of time for heroics if

request… she was begging. She begged me. And what do I

yet, and

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

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

Pain.

Kitty

Goddamn it

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felt it and it felt so

You get what you get. At

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 him so he’d have an excuse for moving. I don’t know what it is he said to Quinn to get

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

him, at 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

a

2

you too asshole. See you on the

gash the size of my forearm and as deep as my whole hand, along my torso, I play back the last few seconds

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 about a dozen feet, and I was

did it. That’s when

into his stomach. At that point, I no longer cared that they wanted him alive, because I wanted

voice sounds above me, panic more than evident in

like some frightened mother hen as he

Roman then back again. Quinn meets my eyes,

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 Pops. “I can’t be sure, but I’m

Cayle’s face when she hears the news and I want to kick myself for

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

blanket.