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

here? Blood spurts from his mouth Perfect. I can spit in

him, I marma, cringing when my eyes settle on the scars we ve weaved across his body.

shifter in Italy knows of each of the Lords of the five families. But

a silver scalpel

this bastard here before us it doesn’t bother me so

tossing me the scalpel.

back.

1/3

Hundred Sixty–One

your

bad

Pussy Domonic barks.

a pussy. I’m not touching his halls asshole, I muck, daging

it to me and I do

stairwell and I look up to find

shifted yet? I ask

with Gryffin at his back. Not yet. I

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

should be dead. I should never have been

*

fuck does that

mind going the lions in the room a little private time with the

go

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. Just you wait. Maybe when they’re done partying with you, you might be more inclined to talk about

I have to say it? Yes – I was planning on

Domonic punches him in the jaw. “Oops. I don’t suppose

mars, getting up close and personal for a moment and

face

that he’s worth, has the bad sense to laugh Yeah. And

Oh shit.

the stairs with Demonic at my back. We leave the room quickly, not wanting

to smile at the activity taking place all around the room. His eyes are fecked on his phone and hes got that sheriff lock in his eye, the one