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.

is it, Gordon?”

search for those missing hunters. They found some bloody clothing deep in the woods. They’re being presumed dead.”

up and a look passes between us. “What a

head before sauntering down the

love this

station to see Rainier. I’ll let him know if he doesn’t already.” I say absently.

Then I’m off.

ANASTACIA

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Two Hundred Sixty–Six

in the entire station tonight and the bastard is mated. just fucking great. If there was ever a time to regret not bowing to my

and somehow get him to dok it which sort of doubt he would. He’s been looking at me so apprehensively that I’m sure he knows

might end up having to commit a crime

time for the

elevator.

Shifter.

not always pleasant, aroma and while his is there it is also drenched in something far more intoxicating. A scent so delicious I

yummy, yummy. What have you brought for me, good sheriff?

my lady parts are silinnngge He is built in such a way that

having that though, shocks, me out of my

of his drops over my body with an almost physical reach. But then, that suddenly, his eyes

manage a few words and my pulse begins to pound nearly out of my chest when I pick out

it. They’re waiting for me. Fuck.

Think, Ana, think.

sheriff while pretending not to be aware that his friend is listening just as

Rainier shoots my way, his eyes filled with a strange

you were going to release me tonight, but I was thinking… and well… I don’t really have anywhere to go untill can get a hold of my sister and arrange for her to pick me up. Might I be able to stay

speaks up and holy bejeezus his voice is like molten