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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-”

the love of God Gryffin! Please!” I snap, my

practically jumps into the chair next to my bed and Gio begins

Gryffin tells him. “My sister is batshit

examine my razor sharp claws. “If

myself.”

no doubt,” Gio chuckles, amused.

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

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

at his watch. “We’re timing it.

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

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 in him

a shifter,” Gryffin remarks,

and then calls time. Oh so carefully, Gio removes everything from Gryffin first 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.

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exactly,” I ask, practically shoving Gryffin out of

Gryffin snarls, only half serious.

what I’m supposed to do and just as I

I sob, falling onto the ground next to my bed and kissing Cane’s lukewarm

and place my ear to Cane’s chest, listening intently to the slow, miraculous thud of his heartbeat. I don’t

reminding

will happen to him if I don’t?” I can’t help but ask. “Will he still wake

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