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

Gio Piccoli is here? Blood spurts from his mouth Perfect. I can spit

I marma, cringing when my eyes settle on the scars

Italy knows of each of the Lords

a silver scalpel across

before us it doesn’t bother me so

snaps, tossing me the

back. “Fuck

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was your idea.”

bad one. No.

Pussy Domonic barks.

pussy. I’m not touching his halls

it to me and I do it myself

I can do it,” a voice sounds from the stairwell and I

shifted yet? I ask

catering down the steps with Gryffin at his back. Not yet. I thought Roman might like to

to sit up against his bonds Roman’s eyes fix on Cane and toe

stickers, No. You should be dead. I should never have

*

does that

in the room a little private time with the

go wild.

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

times do I have to say it? Yes –

Domonic punches him in the jaw. “Oops. I don’t suppose I liked your tone. Maybe work

mars, getting up close and personal for a moment

face

for all that he’s worth, has the bad sense

Oh shit.

feline snarl that erupts from Gryffin’s lips and race up the stairs with Demonic at my

sofa and I have 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 that says he’s