The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Eighty–Two

PAUL

Downstairs with my brothers, I keep one eye on the open door of my bedroom and my ears piqued to listen. There was no need to share what Anastacis had just done and said, everyone on the first floor had heightened senses and each and every one of them heard her themselves.

“Crazy fucken shit, Timmons hisses. “So saltwater, eh?” He turns toward Gryffin. “Your daddy tell you that too?

Gryffin’s jaw clenches and he shakes his head, no. “What he did tell me, was that a shadow hound killed in the night under a blackened space will kill the beast, but release his shadowed soul. Then that soul will grab the first natural creature of likeness, presumably a dog- or hound, and take that life instead. Apparently shadowed souls can room freely in the dark.”

“Shit, Timmons curses.

1 ask, “Take that life instead? Meaning what exactly?”

Gryffin’s head jerks in my direction. “Meaning he will transfer his soul to another hound. A natural. And that natural will become a shadow hound shifter. My father said shadow hounds in daylight can be killed, but only under a full sun. Only when the sun is directly above it will the shadowed soul be banished.”

“Well that’s not good,” Rainier gripes. “I mean, fuck. That makes them pretty fucking”

“Indestructible?” Gryffin supplies. “Yeah, I know.”

“I wo

wonder if they’re aware of that trait, says Cane thoughtfully. “When the three of you went after them in the woods, they all looked pretty different to me. As if they weren’t even of the same litter. They might not even know what their shadow capabilities are. The real question is… do they become shadow, or are they born shadow?”

“You’re right,” 1 agree, just as the scratching on the rooftop s

more about that.”

rooftop starts up again. Raising My eyes heavenward, I say, “I need to talk to Anastacia

“Unfortunately, that’s not something my father shared with me,” Gryffin complains. “If I’d known we were about to meet some, I might have asked.”

“Well what’s stopping you from doing so now?” I ask..

Gryffin grants me an apologetic smile. “Selfish desire. I don’t want that asshole coming home with his whores and if I’m suddenly Interested in sta ow hounds, he’ll know there’s a reason for it and might decide to find out what that is. He’s been bothering me about taking on a few chosen females. Females that he hand–picked for me himself.”

he lioness hunting for your wedding?” Rainier

says with

image of Gryffin and his three course wedding, I attempt to steer the conversation back toward the hounds.“So to bind one in saltwater and

Koda inserts with a grin. Two birds with one stone there.”

the bastard afterward,”

Koda hisses, “Exactly.”

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on Cane and Gryffin. “So get up there

chortles. Bring him in here?”

that fucker to the goddamnedd beach and wash the shadow from his soul. And then we bring

to make that fucker bleed and have him tell me everything he and his kin planned to do to her. Then… I’ll have him apologize and beg

CANE

frost in the air, I’m not even a little bit cold. Another perk

her and Goose with him, but Gryffin and I both knew I needed the practice, so we declined. Now, she’s pissed at me. She didn’t even kiss me goodbye. My beautiful

lost. Because I’ve already made the vow with myself, never to leave her like that ever again. I want a kiss from

cat. I need to

little task, although it promises to be a smashing good time,

eyes lasering through the eerie midnight mist in search of movement beyond the rooftop.

And there It

up in the trees. They’re just far enough away that they can see the roof of Paul’s house. Just as we expected… they appear to be waiting for something. They want the girl left defenseless. Or… they are testing our strengths. Suddenly, this gives me pause, but as we already have a plan in place, I don’t speak on

know when

the wolves can’t follow. Trees and shrubbery pass by in a blur. Darkened colors of barest green and deepest un or that bleed into each

hounds never even see

for the beast that

a particularly all evergreen. One they

that I cannot murder them, I

ANASTACIA

feels like troubled sleep and for a moment I’m completely confused. A quick glance around reminds me of where I am, of whose home I am in, and for a

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