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.

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

been plenty of time for heroics if I’d just conceded to her request.

She begged me. And what do I do? Shoot

and she was going to

her in her very own forest, like a worthless, selfish hastard just to be one of those stupid, arrogant, pricks – and then I s her outside of

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

Pain.

Kitty Cat

Goddamn it

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and’t felt that. I felt it

You get what you get. At

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.

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

when look over at 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 go, he’s fucking ugly and looks

a

2

you too asshole. See you on the other side.

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

and pop of bones shitting into something otherworldly. By the time I was able to lift my chin, Roman

it. That’s when I shot him.

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,

sounds above me, panic more than evident in his

surprised to see that it’s Gryffin, and not Quinn, that is carrying on up above me like some frightened mother hen as he surveys my

then back

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

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

Gryffiny disappears into my room, coming

blanket.