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.”

I say smoothly. “He’s never occupied any type of space in my mind. Not for any reason. Not at all. Not even when he tried to make

you don’t already know

spits from the corner of the woods. “No.

that’s right!” Bartlett smiles. “Captain

I snarl. “Are you talking

fingers, pointing at me and then gazing around at the wolves

smile on

Dom, Quinn growls, his fangs slashing out and his muscles coiling

this tight. There’s not

apprehension aside and step toward Domonic. Tell me,

ANASTACIA

the younger officers on duty tells me form his perch near the elevator.

I’m pacing

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his gaze making me feel somewhat queasy and he leers at me with a lick of his lips. the bulge in the front of his

Odd.

let the depraved stares of those under my charms upset me this way, so why is the way he’s looking at me making me want to poke his eyes into their sockets? It’s my fault. Well, mostly. 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 engagement of such is so much more fleeting and narrow. Not nearly as potent and uncontrolled

fact.

definitely tweaked to

Paul… Damn. Why didn’t I check out his package

course, this being a jail and a simple one at that. But I 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.