The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Sixty–One

ANANTACIS

I am running in my llivann form, doing my text lite mer from the chasing me bir im weating out. Tring beyond measure I am gang toks come on with some new way to hide mosel soon Wyres cast upward toward the trees overhead and for once I wish I’d Contas myself is my giffe while my ganditie we still alive but didnt And now that shes gone, all that I’m left with is this raw

onrampara

mage.

Maybe if I were a tres intent of a mult

I could rest and gather my shangra braut me out ever they don’t know what truly am. They think I am what I was profonding to he. So maybe this will work.

Without going myself another second to think it way of my former lusion and fucus un the trees up ahead. My mind displaces as it normally does, the fact that the moon is in its wating stages taught but a stato uve my thougins as I go crashing through the brush

and into a burst of daylight.

Where am I? I really have to due. But I dont have been paying attention. Not only to that but to the ground at my feet, because suddenly I’m tambling heat of fast at a rapid rate & speed that sends me careening down a hill so quickly that the howls of the hounds chasing me vanish complasat nerous, a fifferent sound is heard overhead & sound filled with the whir of helicopter blades and the

shouts of kuntans

Lepes and beaches that around me it a bir as I tumble down the mountainside, trying like hell to reach for the invisible tendrils of my magic and slow myself down But I’m too tired and the attem is good, so I continue to fall out of the forest like a boulder rolling down a kill.

When I finally stop moving the world confines to spin around me with faces on the end of my consciousness. They are whispering things. Telling me that I’m okay, that I’m lucky they found the But I’m not so sure and as they lift my body onto the stretcher, my eyes go straight for the woods up on the hill to meet the gitting eyes of the predator there and the smit that promises that my end is near.

I can’t help myself, I flip him off just for good measure, then fall into the blackness of a peaceful sleep.

PAUL

He’s not talking, I don’t think he’s ever going to start, glaring down at the piece of shit on the table, his body strung up with silver

barbed wire.

I think he will, Domonic says at my side. Maybe Gio will do better at getting him to talk. Who knows, they might even know each

other

from his mouth Perfect. I can spit in his face

cringing when my eyes settle on

in Italy knows of each of the Lords of the five families. But he doesn’t

does, Domonic snarls, snaking a silver scalpel

us it doesn’t bother me so much. “Do his balls,” I

tossing me the scalpel.

it back. “Fuck no

1/3

Hundred

your

was a bad one. No.

Pussy Domonic barks.

his halls asshole,

it to me

it,” a voice sounds from the stairwell and I look up to find Cane standing thera

you shifted yet?

head to catering down the steps with Gryffin at his back. Not

to sit up against his bonds Roman’s eyes fix on Cane and toe fear dazzles there for a second. You should be

should be dead. I should never have been

*

does that meant koman staps

time with the mutt? Gryffin asks. We promise not

eyes go wild. How? What?

at our quarry with the tickly of a smile on our lips. “Sure thing brother, Domonic spit, before kissing his fingers and placing them on the matting rogues forehead. We’ll be back soon, pumpkin.

didn’t fill them, he growled “How many times do I have to say it? Yes – I was

jaw. “Oops. I don’t suppose I liked your tone. Maybe work on that before we

asshole? Gryffin mars, getting up close and personal for a moment and spitting in

face

all that he’s worth, has the bad sense to laugh

Oh shit.

at my back. We leave the room quickly, not wanting any

to smile at the activity taking place all around the room. His eyes are fecked