The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty–Eight

GAYLE

“Cane? What the hell do you mean, Cene – Gayle?” Delilah shouts in a pic. Her eyes are glued to mine in the rear–view mirror, and for moment I can’t even speak as I watch the colors of her irises spiral and curl into each other. Colors of gold, turquoise, and green, warring with one another. Battling for dominance. Hope and fear are equally present in her gaze.

I vaguely remember Cane mentioning something about Delilah not being able to hitle the truth of what she was feeling because of her eves. Strangely enough, I hadn’t noticed it until now, and I’m honestly a little surprised that Cane was able to see it. Because for one thing, humans don’t possess even half of the capacity for sight that we, as shifters, have. It’s not their fault, they simply do not retain the ability to distinguish as many colors as we can. They are born less equipped than shifters can and I’m willing to bet thatmost people r even tell that Delilah’s eyes change color at all.

But Cane could, Cane did

possibility of Cane being born with advanced instincts, or heightened senses. It certainly doesn’t seem too for

Suddenly I wonder at the p

fetched.

He was a hell of a hunter… and that wasn’t even the sexiest thing about him. No… ironically enough, what turned me Cane, was what was hiding in his head.

His brain….

on the most about

That thing was more than lethal. His dick fell in at a close second and even now, I can’t help but bite my lip when I think of how much heat he was packing. Some of the Blackjack Boys were in for a humbling surprise for sure. But his mind… It was the single most beautiful piece of him, and it was the one feature that I could honestly say was tops all. Bigger and badder than anyone else around. He was-

What the hell? Not w

was Gayle! Is! Is! Is!

“Gayyyylillece!!! What the fuck?! Stop spacing out!” Delilah screams and I shake myself, my eyes catching on the road and the semi–truck heading straight for us.

“Lilah!” I shout, my hand lifting in what feels like slow motion.

The blare of Quinn’s horn behind us, coupled with the dozen or so others that are also misfortunate enough to be on the road when we are the evening – must frighten Delilah into jerking the wheel just hard enough, and to the right enough, to save us from calamity. At least… that seems to be the only explanation. I can’t seem to dredge up another. Because I know it wasn’t my drunken humanoid reflexes that I’ve suddenly fallen prey to, nor was it Delilah’s extraordinarily delayed response time, having become even more stunted given recent events. However, that can’t be it either, because when I finally work up the good sense to check, I see that her hands aren’t even on the steering wheel at all. Nope. They’re covering her face as she screams.

fuck Delah, who in the hell ever taught you

one – Eyes on the

tons of God knows what, packed like a fist at the end of a punch, you had better hope you don’t even get clipped by a finger! We’re

shifter, or a human, or a rabbit, or a mule those big rig trucks on the highway are not to be fucked with- and should you happen to decide to test out my theory, you are going to

don’t ask. It’s not like I speak from experience or anything

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ours together and decided to step in to play fed but I don’t how time to check

will most definitely heal from it unless God

but I’m thinking

to be

before. The same awareness of all that is around me and every possibility and every outcome. Somehow I end up leaping forward and into the front seat. yanking up the emergency brake, and turning the steering wheel word the damn cliff edge instead

Jack? Why? How did I lock

over the edge and hit hard enough in this metal can to punch a hole

I pull up on the

we don’t though…

a half of our spiritual awakening is spent with both Delilah and myself, clutching our arms around each other and waiting to

begin to wonder if somehow we

is wrong with you two?

is that God?” I hear Delilah whisper.

think it is,” I whisper back. “That sounded a whole hell of a lot like my dickhead brother.”

think we’re alive?

answer, squeezing her closer

eyes pop open and her tiny hand claws into my sides. “What? Really?”

tears clouding my vision.

Delilah shouts and the pair of

the both of you in the Escalade. Neither of you is fit to

out of the jeep without even the tiniest bit of hesitation. “I mean, he probably won’t wake up for a while still because I only it felt

and be-”