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.

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

plenty of time for heroics if I’d just conceded

not her request… she was begging. She begged me. And what do I do? Shoot her again and send her

know me yet, and she was going

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

will ever know me for. That’s

Pain.

sorry Kitty Cat

Goddamn it

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me and’t felt that. I felt it and it

what you get. At

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

attention and 1 smile. At least he’s

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 more like a larg

than a majestic

2

you

with a gash the size of my forearm and as deep

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

it. That’s when

that point, I no longer cared

frantic voice sounds above me, panic more than

hen as he surveys my injuries. For a moment, he looks around like a helpless

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

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

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

can’t happen!” Gryffin snarls. “I won’t let this happen!” Then Gryffiny disappears into my room, coming

blanket.