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 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

for heroics if I’d just conceded to her request.

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

me yet, and she was

shoot her in her very own forest, like a worthless, selfish hastard just to be one of those stupid, arrogant, pricks

ever know me for. That’s

Pain.

Kitty Cat

Goddamn it

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I felt it and it felt so good. I wanted it.

get what you get.

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

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

at him, at Roman. His big orange–brown eyes are angry as he watches me,

a

2

too asshole. See you on the other side.

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

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

I did it. That’s

point, I

frantic voice sounds above me, panic more than evident

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

gaze going from me to Roman then

I say, because

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

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

blanket.