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The Pack: Rule Number 1 No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Six

BAYLE

“So let me get this straight, Gryffin says, staring at the kit in Glo’s hands. “You want me to volunteer a couple pints of my blood so that you can save het mate, but you won’t tell me why it will help and it don’t matter what my blood type is.”

“Come on Gryff! Please, I moan, exasperated. Dropping my head in my hands I begin to count backwards from twenty so that I’m not tempted to rip my hair out.

“Not exactly,” Gio says. “The blood does matter, just not the type.”

“Right,” Gryffin replies and I can feel him watching me. He sighs and rules my hair to get my attention.

When I look up at him, I find his face full of concern, his golden brown yes heavy with pain. Please don’t say no.

‘You’re sure this whatever it is that you are doing – will work?” Gryffin asks.

“No,” Gio says smoothly. “I refuse to guarantee anything. But I am pretty confident that it will.”

“It will,” I whisper, my eyes falling on Cane as I reach out to touch his beautifully bare chest. “He’s getting hotter,” I say, somewhat alarmed.

“Then we must do this now,” Gio says, gesturing for Gryffin to have a seat next to Cane.

Gryffin scoffs, “I never said I was going to-”

love of God Gryffin! Please!” I snap, my claws forking out and my eyes going

next to my bed and Gio begins to chuckle. “That’s a neat little trick,

Gryffin tells him. “My sister

say with a grin while I examine my razor sharp claws. “If he hadn’t sat down just now I would have gotten the

myself.”

doubt,” Gio

few minutes are spent with me hovering over the pair of them while Gio sticks both men with needles and tubes. It doesn’t take very long. Gio appears to know exactly what he’s doing and soon a steady flow of blood is traveling through the tubes and into

we measuring this?” Gryffin asks quietly, turning in his seat to

gazing at his watch. “We’re timing

all he needs? You’re sure?” I ask, sitting on

it,” Gio mumbles, still staring at his watch. “But I know that without blood in his body, he will never make the change and the average shifter only needs two pints

a shifter,” Gryffin remarks, confused.

then slides his fingers lower to rest over the pulse point

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Do what exactly,” I ask, practically shoving Gryffin out of his seat as I insert

snarls, only half serious.

confused, I have no idea what I’m supposed

onto the ground next to my bed and kissing Cane’s

forward and place my ear to Cane’s chest, listening intently to the slow, miraculous thud of his heartbeat. I don’t know how long I remain that way, tears cascading from my eyes, but soon it is only Gio

again. Once more,” Gio says, reminding me of the forbidden ritual I have already begun.

I can’t help but ask. “Will he

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