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.

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

might have been plenty of time for heroics

she was begging. She begged me. And what do I do? Shoot her again and send her away,

even know me yet, and she was

like a worthless, selfish hastard just to be one of those stupid, arrogant, pricks – and then I s her outside of the cottage, disabling her

me for. That’s all she’ll remember of

Pain.

sorry Kitty

Goddamn it

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it and it felt

you get. At least you got to

Quton. Did 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. I don’t know what it is he said to Quinn to get him to do it, but I can imagine.

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

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

than a

2

you

a gash the size of my forearm and as deep as my

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. It is safe to say that a wolf’s claws are pretty goddamned

did it. That’s

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

frantic voice sounds above me, panic more than

carrying on up above me like some frightened mother hen as he surveys my injuries. For a moment,

Quinn yells, his gaze going from me to Roman then back again. Quinn meets my eyes, then shakes his head.

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 betting you

face when she

Then Gryffiny disappears into my room, coming back with a

blanket.