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’m not angry with Ted,” 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

already know that he

the corner of the woods. “No.

that’s right!” Bartlett smiles. “Captain

snarl. “Are you talking about

around at the wolves and lions around

taunting smile on his face, But does he know the

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

is kinda 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 the bunch and… I like it. I like… this.

toward Domonic. Tell me, oh King of Dogs, tell me of this… this Captain

ANASTACIA

pacing, sweetheart,” one of the younger officers on duty tells me form his perch near the elevator. “The sheriff said he’d

why I’m pacing asshole.

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the hunger of 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.

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.

fact.

to its heights

didn’t I check out his package when he

in sight, of 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