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

shifter and who isn’t

these 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 to see them coming as we think.

KENDALL

show up for my shift at the Moonlight Lounge and as I stroll up the sidewalk

at the Red Wolf Cafe. I nearly walk straight into the

That’s Timmons‘ vehicle.

across the

it, damn it, I hiss to myself as I catch my reflection

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like a fried green tomato,

Disgusting.

pouring ever since I stepped out of the

Fuck.

rice in my

not to be seen then, huh,” I say to myself as I dip behind the wall and start

hear it, I just want to melt into a puddle of goo and

Marci. Remember what I said – keep an eye

just

means he’s leaving.

you Timmy!” I hear the barista, Marci, coo in

Timmy?! Ew yuck.

sooo NOT a Timmy

we still on for that movie tomorrow night?” she asks and I notice right

word.

am I doing?

Stalking?

it. That’s what

him I do. I’d pick around the