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.

human and weaker than her in some ways, that I had

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

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

didn’t even know me yet, and she was

pricks –

me for. That’s all she’ll remember

Pain.

sorry Kitty Cat

Goddamn it

shool

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it and it felt

Cane. You get what you get. At least

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

still smoking in my hand when look over at him, at Roman. His big orange–brown eyes are angry as he watches me, blood coloring the

than a majestic

2

asshole. See you on

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

I was able to lift my

when I did it. That’s

slipped out of 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, because I

frantic voice sounds above me, panic more

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

going from me to Roman then back again. Quinn meets my

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 and I are headed different

starts to shake with cold, and I taste blood in my mouth. Frowning, 1 picture Cayle’s face

Gryffin snarls. “I won’t let this happen!” Then Gryffiny disappears into

blanket.