The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Sixty–Eight

CANE

“One last try,” I mumble to Gryffin, out in the woods.

“No. Not yet. You’re worn out. Can’t you feel it? You need to eat. And for the record–so the fuck do 1.

“But how can this be? Maybe the change didn’t happen after all. Maybe it failed, I snarl, glaring up at the heavens.

“It did not,” Gio says in a bored tone. “I can smell you. You are not only a shifter, but you are a powerful one. Besides, your fangs chomped out a couple of times. Use that to scare Roman instead of your shifted form.” He winks.

Despite this man being the one I have to thank for saving my life, I have the strangest urge to knock the amused grin right off his heckling face.

“You know what actually might work a lot better than you standing naked in the trees? Domonic gizzles, casting his eyes toward the house. “A hunt,”

“Oooohhhh yeah!!!” Goose croons, excitement flashing in his gaze. “Fuck yeah! I’m down!”

“Do you really want to chance releasing that vagrant piece of shit back on the world just to help me realize my new form?” I snap. “I’m the one in need of provocation and even I know how stupid that would be.”

“Not him, pussy cat, Domonic laughs. The spare. Teddy.”

my mind. Not for any reason. Not at all.

you don’t already know

the corner of the woods. “No. No. We

that’s right!” Bartlett smiles. “Captain

snarl. “Are you talking about those

at the wolves and lions around us. “Told you. Tiny pickles. Even he

smirks, sauntering up to me with a taunting smile on his face, But does he know the

hell off, Dom, Quinn growls, his fangs slashing out and his muscles coiling to

cool. Being surrounded by this. I’ve never had it before. This… camaraderie. Not even the Elder Few are this tight. There’s not a single calculating soul around me, not one selfish bastard in

step toward Domonic. Tell me, oh King of Dogs, tell me

ANASTACIA

one of the younger officers on duty tells me form his perch near the elevator. “The sheriff said he’d release you. I’m sure

why I’m pacing

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a smile to cross my lips despite the hunger of his gaze making me feel somewhat queasy and he leers at me with a lick of

Odd.

I mean, I’m no troll. I can turn the eye my way just as easily without magic as I can with. But the natural

fact.

to its heights by

out his package

don’t need one to see the dirt beneath my nails and the mud caked to my skin. Those things are up front and personal. Along with this stupid, lavender, ripped up, column cowl mini sequin dress dress that I am wearing. A dress that I’m afraid I have been wearing for over a week. A dress that barely covers my assets and is so worn that most of the glimmer is