The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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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-”

snap, my claws forking out

and Gio

him. “My sister is batshit crazy.”

sharp claws. “If he hadn’t sat down

myself.”

doubt,” Gio chuckles, amused.

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

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

watch. “We’re timing it. Two

sure?” I ask, sitting on the

that without blood in his body, he will never make the change and the average shifter only needs two pints in him in order to

not a shifter,” Gryffin

before reaching for Cane’s arm. He removes the needle and tube, then slides his fingers lower to rest over the pulse point on Cane’s wrist. His brow furrows quizzically and then he turns toward me. “Perhaps I’m too old and unsteady. You do this,” he

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I ask, practically shoving Gryffin out of his seat as I

snarls, only

idea what I’m supposed

next to my bed and kissing Cane’s lukewarm wrist.

myself, I leap 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 and me in my room.

reminding

can’t help

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