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.

just because I was human and weaker than her in some ways, that I had plenty to give. I needed to do something

might have been plenty of time for heroics if I’d just conceded to

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

yet, 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 the cottage, disabling her and taking her right to choose

all she will ever know me for.

Pain.

sorry Kitty Cat

Goddamn it

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and’t felt that. I felt it and it felt so good. I

Cane. You get what you get. At least you got to see her again.

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

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

palmed in the shed is still smoking in my hand when look over at him, at Roman. His big orange–brown eyes are angry as he

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you too asshole. See you

own blood, with a gash the size of my forearm and as deep as my whole hand, along my torso, I play back the last few

time I was able to lift my chin, Roman was already half wolf and his fully

when I did it. That’s

At that point, I no longer cared that they wanted him alive, because I wanted

voice sounds above me, panic more

above me like some frightened mother hen as he surveys my injuries. For a moment, he looks around like a helpless child, his chest heaving as he

from me to Roman then back again. Quinn meets my eyes, then

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 and I are

mouth. Frowning, 1 picture Cayle’s face when she hears the news and I want to kick myself

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

blanket.