The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Seven

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It’s been five minutes and in that time I’ve felt the yacht pick up speed and turn, then sway to the right and cruise. Now, we safe still, Viell, basically, if you don’t count the slight bob of the craft on the water, I hear Bartlett’s footsteps on the deck then voices speaking in low hushed tones somewhere on the ground, but the howling has stopped. Almost as if by command.

Could they have trained wolves out here?

Like guard wolves?

They must be guard wolves of some kind. I mean, I doubt there is much game out here on this island. Then again, it might be bigger than I imagine it to be.

But if it was, wouldn’t I have heard of it before?

I still hear the voices and after a moment more of heightened anticipation, I decide to face my fears, step out of the cabin and into the night. Creeping along the deck so slowly I begin to feel like that girl in the movie, I take in the surrounding trees and rocky cliffs. There is an enormous white house at the top of the hill. Modern and box like, three stories tall. Large glass windows for walls on every floor, most

that fan out of them shaded, some of them, bright with light. A thick curl of fog travels within the trees. Thick wisps of haunted breath over the pebbled shoreline.

As I scan the yacht, I realize I don’t see Bartlett, so I make my way toward the voices then peer over the rail. He stands there with a beautiful woman garbed in nothing but a bathrobe. She has long, dark, curly hair and a seductive smile on her face as she speaks to him. Instant jealousy coils through me. Sliding into my gut with a venomous sting. They are standing much too close. She notices me first and stops talking, granting me a welcoming smile. I don’t return it.

Bartlett says something to her that I can’t hear and she nods before turning around and heading up a staircase of stone steps that must lead up to the house.

“Hey Princess,” Bartlett says from the bottom of the ladder. “Come on down. The wolves are…put away.”

One eyebrow shoots up quizzically. Put away? Really? So they are guard wolves then. That is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard and although I’m a hunter, it almost makes me sad. Wolves are wild, majestic creatures. They shouldn’t be domesticated, or forced to watch over an island.

And why not? So they could be hunted?

With a frown, I make my way down the ladder, eyeing the surrounding wharf the moment my feet hit the boards. The forest is dark and still, but the fog that moves through it gives it life, making it appear almost sinister. The black water that splashes along the rocky shore reminds me of the first part of my dream, the swim through miles and miles of ocean. There was an island there too. Once shrouded by

darkness that I simply could not get to.

Well. I’m here now.

Bartlett watches me carefully as I approach, I can see the wariness in his eyes, like he’s afraid of something.

“Who was that woman?” I ask sharply, closing my arms around myself to rub the chill away.

smiles down at me, forcing one of my hands into one of his own. “Her name is Sophia. She’s just visiting here from Italy.”

jealousy grows when I realize she probably has one of those sexy Italian accents and when Bartlett tugs me toward the stone

leaving?” I grumble a little

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as we make caur way up the side of the hill. Not for a couple of weeks at least.

tot at all?‘ ask before I can stop

friends or maybe she’s dating

of like a house mother or live–in

it Rose! That’s

couple of weeks, he may decide for her to stay

staircase can be seen with glowing steps that appear to be

front door and placing his hand on a panel

have

Kind of like at the compound. Sometimes we are made to sleep there in the barracks and sometimes we are allowed to

on, Princess, Bartlett coos when

bread and I almost moan in pleasure, it is that good. The warmth in the room chases the chill away immediately and for

open floor/ plan allows me to see most of the space from the doorway, aside from the kitchen and what must be a bathroom. Voices sound around the wall and Bartlett

touching it? A tiny, pixie of a girl, with long shimmering blond hair is saying to an adorably handsome young man that looks nothing like

many people live

he said

boy turns the moment we step within view and he grins wide and proud

says we can eat it

important they’re handling tonight. But Draven

the wrong guy. It was a lady that started the fire. Not a man. I hope they’re not going

hand tensing over mine and although I’m more than a little alarmed by what the kid

in Elder

way. Can’t be,

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almond manically. are you talking about? Didn’t Sophia just talk to you about the fact that we have

a smirk turning his lips. ‘Yeah, I remember.

kid?” the girl chuckles stepping out of

her and whispers loudly, “I didn’t give away our

What secret? What?

the girl