The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred sixty–four

PAUL

I have to head back to the mainland, Rainier attiness at thy back how to hang (kendy and the past twenty minutes.

Nice to see Bartlett with someone special. Out of all of us, I often wonder wher way be sent hus me qe ditmetist something is going on here. Something crazy

Dom thinks you should come back with res and be the one to check the Chathers doing of the have?

“What?” I snap, my attention ripping away from the window. “Why do or even for to g

“Someone was found in the woods naked and the authorities believed that it migh, a gart chart sy wo she has been placed in lock up and under arrest, tespite that after they compared the female to a picture

not Rose.

And what the fuck am I supposed to do about that?”

Check on the bar. Rainier grins and before taking another look at his phone

“Fine,” I snarl. “But I’m coming back here tonight.

“As am 1,” Rainier chuckles. “So no worries, then

“No worries…” I agree as I step away from the window.

ROSE

I latch onto Bartlett with a death grip and his arms close around me so tightly that I’m momentarily fighting a smile. His sent me and for a second I revel in it, in the safety and security it suddenly represents. Could it be true? This mate thing? Could he really we me so desperately?

a kiss into my head. Just say what it is you

of having someone that wants t protect me

into his chest and feeling the pound of his racing heart against my skin.

you here. They

female’s voice sounds much closer than before. And besides… you’re not the only hunter

from Bartlett’s chest to look at her- this girl that is shining with so much

not quite as tall as I am, but she’s close and when I look directly at her I’m surprised to find her smiling from ear to ear

she feels stupid just saying the words. “I almost killed you, but try and understand the trails off, her golden eyes dropping for a moment as she studies the ground. “Roman killed my

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choice of words but finding them somewhat appropriate. Especially after

my own. But I know better now. I know you didn’t know any better at the time. Neither did my mate.

your mate? I can’t help but ask.

her lips turning up

monster too.”

I choke out, shocked. “He’s a lion shifters mate? I used to crush on him sooo

growl emits from his chest. I swat his chest playfully, not turning my

power, doesn’t he? Even as a

did? What does

ANASTACIA

in the jail, healing and returning from the haze

wolves. And I mean, I smell them everywhere,

must be, you see, because I am never wrong.

magic always shifted. Skipping one to the next. So my mom was born without magic and I – being her first born girl – was. My sister is the same as my mother was. She possesses that clarity of old. The knowledge of what is what and who is who, but she can’t conjure a candlestick into fire

traditional name, but I prefer to be called Gifted.

smile here and an enchanted whisper there. I could have them releasing me right now if I truly wanted them to, but…

They’re afraid.

charm him into taking me in long enough to come up with a plan. Or a spell. Or something that keeps those shadow hounds from chasing me and trying to