The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Three Hundred Six

DOMONIC

After pumping Roman full of drugs, I sliced a foot open with one of my claws to be certain he was good and passed out. Only then did we remove the chains that bound him to the bench and deposit him into our new boat that awaited on anchor.

Rain was falling again and as I gaze out at the choppy sea, I wonder about the shadow Paul texted about in the group chat. The one that is supposedly bound in the water without hope for a proper host.

According to Paul the shadow hound can only take over the life of a nabiral. One of similar likeness to that he was birthed as. I take that to mean that it would have to be a dog… But what if it doesn’t have to be? What if the shadow could embody a shark, or some other apex predator of the sea? Temporarily, even. Then we might be in for a bumpler ride than we thought.

Then again, the damn thing would have next to no reason to target us. But… we aren’t the only people with boats out on the Sound. There are plenty of townies that take their animals out with them when they sail. Mostly dogs.

As if I have time to think about that right now.

“Ready?” Grant asks from the open doorway leading to the front stoop.

“Yup,” I answer, turning around to lock eyes with Gio for a full moment.

He nods at me, a look of understanding passing between us. There aren’t any words that need to be said. Without even voicing it, he

knows that I’m counting on him and Sophia to watch over everyone here while I’m gone. Over one person most of all.

Draven.

I hate that I’m leaving here without waking her for a kiss, but she’s been a little weepy lately and on the off chance that I might possibly wake her, I don’t want to risk it. The weather outside won’t be letting up any time soon. If anything, it’s only going to get worse, so we have to leave now. I don’t want to lose another three hundred thousand dollars to the waves and the way the clouds are rolling in tells me the skies will only be getting darker.

Grant would be driving Quinn and I to the target islet and then heading back here. The only thing that was truly troubling me was that we were still in the dark as far as how many of the enforcers would be arriving. But I have men of my pack and some of Gio’s out there on the mainland covering every entry into town, so more than likely we’ll know soon enough.

Rose says the Enforcers are like a SEAL team of the Elder Few. The best of the best that they have to offer. And Roman is one of them. Knowing that, tells me they will be smart about this. They’ll assume we’re watching for them and act accordingly. Possibly arriving one at a time, or in small groups. We have their tracker and they’ll definitely be coming for him. Their… sniffer, if you will. So they won’t know

a shifter and who

enforcers aren’t as good at blending in with the crowd as we are, because something tells me it’s not going to be as easy

KENDALL

am dog tired by the time I show up for my shift at the Moonlight Lounge and as I stroll up

the Red Wolf Cafe. I nearly

That’s Timmons‘ vehicle.

across the

to myself as I catch my reflection in the window

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look like a fried green

Disgusting.

not forget wet. It’s been pouring ever since I stepped

Fuck.

that rice in my

huh,” I say to myself as I dip behind the wall and start to head toward the back entrance of the lounge,

of Timmons voice that stutters my steps and the moment I hear it, I just want to melt into a puddle of

said – keep an eye open and call me

have just exited the

means he’s leaving.

I hear the barista, Marci, coo in

Timmy?! Ew yuck.

a Timmy bitch.

still on for that movie tomorrow night?” she asks and I notice right then that my steps have completely halted as I hang on every

word.

I

Stalking?

it. That’s what

I do.