The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Sixty–Six

PAUL

I’m at the edge of the infine, right at the slope when I hear the vagrant growed far off enough in the woods that I don’t give chase. A smile turms my lips as I realize these aren’t your average wild dogs that are in hiding to. They are shifters tone. But they are most definitely not

Their scent is unfamiliar in these parts, but I have scented them before font not angehere near here. No.

New Orleans

But New Orleans is much too far away for these hounds to be traveling Especially to be chasing after one simple mortal girl.

With creepy purple eyes?

I should get to the station,” I whisper to myself, my eyes on the thick of the woods and my mind on the certainty that these hounds are still lying in wait for something

The girl? Probably. But why? What could be so special about her. Hound shifters are not known to have mates. They basically whore themselves, until they find that one compatible female that they all share in order to reproduce. Then after she’s reproduced they feast on her flesh and disperse her from the world. They are rabid disgusting shifters that I wouldn’t entirely mind a hunter getting their hands on

Maybe she’s compatible? But why would they chase her this far? And how would a regular female have lasted that long of a chase?

“Hey there, Paul Officer Gordon’s voice filters through my thoughts and I turn to find him behind me. Find anything useful?”

I heard him coming, but I’ve learned to recognize the steps of a threat and his were much too slow so I paid him no mind until now.

“No. Not really. However there might be some… rabid dogs loose around here. They could be dangerous to the locals. You might want to get the rangers on it,” I suggest, my eyes scanning the woods.

“Really?” His gaze narrows as he follows my line of sight toward where the greenery is thickest. “Dogs?”

“Mutts,” I say loudly enough that I know the shifters hiding in the forest may hear me. “Nothing special, but dangerous all the same.”

Noted. I’ll get the word out, Gordon says, lingering as if there is something more he’d like to say.

it, Gordon?”

you might want to know they’re calling off the search for those missing

up and a look passes between us. “What a shame,” I say without even a hint

tipping his head before sauntering

I love this town.

heading to the station to see Rainier. I’ll let

Then I’m off.

ANASTACIA

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ever a time to regret not bowing to my grandma’s tutelage, now would be the time. My natural magics have no idea how to get

no idea how to do and somehow get him to dok it which sort of doubt

I might end up having to commit a crime

suddenly says, leaping off his perch just in time for the sexiest being I have ever laid eyes upon

elevator.

Shifter.

a shifter to me. No. Wolves have a very distinct, not always pleasant, aroma and while his is there it is also drenched in something far more intoxicating. A

What have you brought for me, good

eyes skate up the the golden haired male standing ten feet from the cells and Goddess help me, my lady parts are silinnngge He is built in such a way that almost has me drooling and I can’t seem to focus my intent on much more

that is. The thimble of pain in my chest at just having that though, shocks, me out of my head for the tiniest little second and as my gaze lingers on his dazzling

drops over my body with an almost physical reach. But then,

whispers, most of which I can’t hear, but I do manage a few words and my

it. They’re waiting

Think, Ana, think.

stammer, aiming my words toward the sheriff while pretending not to be aware that his friend is listening just

strange sort

untill can get a hold of my sister and arrange for her to pick me up. Might I be able

is like molten honey. “We were just discussing that and no- unfortunately, he