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.

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

heroics if I’d

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

yet, and she was going to

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

all she will ever know me for. That’s all

Pain.

Kitty Cat

Goddamn it

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felt it and it felt so

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

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 him so he’d have an excuse for moving.

of a wolf bleeding out from his abdomen attracts my attention and 1 smile. At

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

a majestic

2

you on the other side.

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

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

did it. That’s when I

aim and emptied the chamber into his stomach. At that point, I no longer cared that they

frantic voice sounds above me,

frightened mother hen as he surveys my injuries.

me to Roman then back again.

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,

mouth. Frowning, 1 picture Cayle’s face when she hears the

snarls. “I won’t let this happen!” Then Gryffiny disappears into my

blanket.