The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Seven

ROSE

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.

hands into one of his own. “Her name

grows when I realize she probably has one of those sexy Italian accents and when Bartlett tugs

I grumble a little more waspishly than

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m/hand in his as we make caur way up the side of the hill.

tot at all?‘ ask before

his friends or maybe she’s dating

of like a house

Rose! That’s

in a couple of weeks, he may decide for her to stay and watch

I ask, glancing through one of the large glass windows that isn’t shaded. A modern floating staircase can be seen

dragging me toward the front door and placing his hand on a panel along the

place must have cost them

in the barracks and sometimes we are allowed to go home/But when I get back, I have

Princess, Bartlett coos when

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

teal blue track lighting that gives the place an almost futuristic vibe. The open floor/ plan allows me to see most of the space from

cool first! Stop touching it? A tiny, pixie of a girl, with long shimmering blond hair is saying to an

live here?

right, he said twelve

moment we step within view and he

bread! Fresh bread! But Em says we can eat it yet. Did Koda come with you?” the boy asks,

Draven and Gio

is not the one! They’ve got the wrong guy. It was a lady that started the fire. Not a man. I hope

I’m more than a little alarmed by

in Elder

way. Can’t be,

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

eyes, a smirk turning his lips. ‘Yeah, I remember. So?

kid?” the girl chuckles stepping

smiles up at her and whispers loudly,

What secret? What?

for a little talk,” the girl says sharply. “Go upstairs, I’ll see you in a