The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty-Six CANE There's this moment that passes when you're about to die. An instant of complete clarity. It is almost as if there is a layer of fog lifted the colors seem brighter. Detalls are more acute and so are intentions. In fact, right then, when you realize whe you know there is any way around it, you move toward it without fear, For that half a second, tstretches, the acceptance lakes over. You brain says, Chi, so das in it then. This is low? And, you Drun it to get the bullets. Or Griffin.

1 knew better, I never should have taken my eyes off of him. I should have sent Quinn to get There was never any y way they were going to watch over him the way I would, because they are not human. They can heal 1, however, cannot, Gayle.

I should have listened to her when she askedto go with them. I should have said, "Fuck this asshole. Let him cforand the spent as much tas I could noticing every single one of Gayle's smiles in the way that she apparently noticed mine.

Now... I'll never know them. Those precious couple of hours with her in roy arms is all i will ever get.

dry didn't 1997 I mean... why Why was I so obsessed with playing the hero? But I know what the answer is. Of course I do.

I wanted her to feel safe with me. I wanted her to seeas someone who could protect her. To know that just because I was human and weaker than her in sways, that I had plenty to give. I needed to do something for her that she was never able to do for herself and.... I've failed.

There might have been plenty of tfor heroics if I'd just conceded to her request.

No... not her request... she was begging. She begged me. And what do I do? Shoot her again and send her away, She didn't even knowyet, and she was going to go.

First I shoot her in her very own forest, like a worthless, selfish hastard just to be one of those stupid, arrogant, pricks - and then I s her outside of the cottage, disabling her and taking her right to choose away from her. That's all she will ever knowfor. That's all she'll remember of me.

Pain.

I'm sorry Kitty Cat Goddamn it shool 1/3 Chapter Two Hundred Twenty-Six She said she could loveand't felt that. I felt it and it felt so good. I wanted it. Wanted her.

Shake it off. Cane. You get what you get. At least you got to see her again.

Fuck, Quton. Did your have to kick him? I'm sure that's when he was able to take out the bullets. That's probably the real reason he kept talking so much shit. He wanted one of us to lose our temper and attack him so he'd have an excuse for moving. I don't know what it is he said to Quinn to get him to do it, but I can imagine.

The snark of a wolf bleeding out from his abdomen attracts my attention and 1 smile. At least he's going to go too. The son of bitch.

The twenty-two I palmed in the shed is still smoking in my hand when look over at him, at Roman. His big orange-brown eyes are angry as he watches me, blood coloring the dark brown fur of his underside. As far as wolves go, he's fucking ugly and looks more like a larg rabid hyena than a majestic wolf.

2 Fuck you too asshole. See you on the other side.

Laying here in a pool of my own blood, with a gash the size of my forearm and as deep as my whole hand, along my torso, I play back the last few seconds with a grin.

Before today, I had never seen a wolf shift before. Now that I have, I've got to say, it's pretty fucking scary. The moment my eyes spied the bullets on the ground, I heard it. The snap, crackle, and pop of bones shitting into something otherworldly. By the tI was able to lift my chin, Roman was already half wolf and his fully shifted paw was flying toward my mid-section. It is safe to say that a wolf's claws are pretty goddamned sharp. I never even felt the blow. But it knockedback about a dozen feet, and I was airborne for half of them.

That's when I did it. That's when I shot him.

The gun slipped out of my sleeve and into my hand easily, then I simply took aim and emptied the chamber into his stomach. At that point, I no longer cared that they wanted him alive, because I wanted him dear. Looks like I'll get my wish, so at least there's that.

"Fuck!" A deep, frantic voice sounds above me, panic more than evident in his tone.

When I look up, I'm surprised to see that it's Gryffin, and not Quinn, that is carrying on up abovelike sfrightened mother hen as he surveys my injuries. For a moment, he looks around like a helpless child, his chest heaving as he pulls at his hair.

"Shit!" Quinn yells, his gaze going fromto Roman then back again. Quinn meets my eyes, then shakes his head.

I nod at him, just to let him know I understand, then I turn back to Rogan's wild, feral glare and give him the middle finger. "Give this to my dad, will you?" I say, because I'm pretty sure there is a special hell for people like him and my Pops. "I can't be sure, but I'm betting you and I are headed different places you sick-cough, cough- Tuck." My body starts to shake with cold, and I taste blood in my mouth. Frowning, 1 picture Cayle's face when she hears the news and I want to kick myself for adding more hardship into her life.

"This can't happen!" Gryffin snarls. "I won't let this happen!" Then Gryffiny disappears into my room, coming back with a strip of my blanket.

The man Crazy if he thinks he can save me. "What are you doing?" 1 grumble, harshly as he lifts up my back and wraps the cloth aroundthrice over. I hiss and moon with pain and although I know what he's doing is useless, it's not like I can stop him so I remain sumber.

When he's done wrapping me, he turns to Quinn, "Quick Quinn, tranquilize that fucker and then pull the silver's out of him. I made Domonic a promise. We can't go back without him. Then he heads for the door. Quinn gazes atfor a long moment, then back at Gryffin. “You'll never make it back in time," Quinn says. "They ye parked too far away."

Fuck that. Just do what asked, I can't let him die. My sister won't recover from it. I know she won't," he says. Gryffin looks at me, meeting my eyes from the doorway. "Don't you fucking dare die before get back." 2/3 Chapter Two Hundred Twenty-Six "He's almost gone already! He Won't last an hour!" Quinn hisses. "You can't just Quinn cuts off, his eyes going wide with shock.

"What's wrong?" Gryffin snaps.

They're here! I can smell them, Quinn says.

I can barely register their voices now as I begin to fade out, but I hear that last part as my eyes fall closed.

They? They who? Chapter Comments Alomea I'm dying, I didn't read any book untill now about werewolfs, where author describe a wolf as an ugly hiena, I'm loving it KKN