The Pack: Rule Number 1 No Mates
Chapter Thirty–Nine
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Let me go!” I his. “I don’t want to leave him!”
Koda’s arms close around me, sealing my back against his chest. I can feel the steady rum of his heartbeat as he maneuvers me down the compuniunway. The mun is much too calm for my liking
Howie Domonic do this!
“If you don’t let me go, lil bite you!” I screech, attempting to lower my teeth to his forearms
Koda laughs heartily, tossing me up over his shoulder like a sac of potatoes. Hauling the down the steps and into the state room, he tosses me onto the bed
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snap, jumping up to show him in the chest, “Win is steering this dain thing?”
11s on autohelm. She’s steering hemel,” he says softly, his dark blue eyes twinkling with assement.
Autohelm? So we’re
We’re not just heading out
“Where are we going?” I ask, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves.
gns, Red Wolf Island.”
he hell is that?
I cant my head, “Where the hell is that?
He shrugs then spins around heading for the door. “You’ll be saly there
“What do you mean?” I startle, nunining past him to block the door. “Are you loving na on an island?”
shake his head. “No”
Hugging my arts to my chest, I shiver. “So the Domanie-
“Will join in tomorrow,” he soothes, his face softening. “Michael is still in the mess the informs me, shoving past me with a twinkle in his eye. “Maybe you can use him as a punching bag.”
Michal?
“You mean Domele didn’t kill him I shout,
All 1 hear is Roda chuckling as I make my way back into the main hall to stare at the swinging kitchen door. Taking another deep breath, I push into the space Michael sits the same as he did before. Trembling and shivering with fear. Although he’s no longer gapped, snotty tears have drenched the front of his shit. That seems to be the extent of the damage though, which is rather surprising. He hiccups when he sees me
“Where is he?” He cries
“Gone, I snap, taking a seat in front of him, much like I did before. “What did you to him
Michael takes des shuddering breath, his eyes filling with fresh tears. “Do you think he’s going to kleo?”
“No. Why would he do that? I plaster on a fake smile. Its Marcas he’s going to kill. Leo is as in as you say he is – then me hell be dne,” lie. I bighly doubt Demonic will be considering anything deeper than a stab wound should he happen upan Leo. He wont give a damn about feelings coercion. Spending extra time giving a fuck about why someone chose to do the horrible things they did doesn’t seem like something that’s high on Domonics prority list.
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Michael laughs darkly, as if he know better than to belleve my lib. “Unfortunately isn’t as innocent as he claims to be,” Michael says chillingly, his ry taking on a strange feral glow, “None of us are,” he chuckles and then shakes himself as if surprised by his cun tone. “I–I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”
What the fuck?
My eyes namos on him, taking note of the strange sharpness that seems to have end his once dull brown eyes.
I scoot my chair back a bit as Michel’s for begins to take on a strangely different am Muscles contorting, knitting, coiling, his smile widening. The rope binding him to the chair goes taut about his waist and he grows out in pain.
“What are you doing?” 1 clamor up from the chair and back against the far wall, “w the hell?”
“It hurts” Michael growls out in a voler three octaves deeper than before. Help me! Untie me please!”
Fuck that!
Koda 1 shout.
No! Don’t call him” Michael seethes, his tongue darting back and forth like a band bust untie me
String by string the rope seems to be coming apart around him. The chair groaning against his weight. His eyes are slanting upward and inward. His face elongating
Is he hacken changing!
“Ch nur God,” 1 hiss, stumbling back and away from him. “Whats wrong with you?”
My eyes go toward his feet and hands, which I’m happy to we are still completely normal. The few times I saw Marcus change, I noticed his hands always went first, Whatever is happening to Michael is different somehow. He is panting with the effort his body is making to expand while tied down. His face is stuck in an almost half shot. No fur nor teeth. Just a mutated human head.
The dose to the mess hall swings open and Roda is standing there wearing only hiss and a half smile,
“Get out.” Boda commandh me in a gutteral voice that is nearly all animal.
W wait! I don’t think he’s doing it on purpose!” I plea, scambling up onto my feet. neech help! Maybe”
Shut up bitch Michael gods is my direction as his nose pulls upward in a snart. am going to kill you when I get free! I will tear you apart limb by limb and that will be the end of this madness.”
“What the hell is happening to him? It wam, grabbing for Koda’s bare shoulder. “Half beast. He can’t change. Just knock him out.”
But Roda ignores me, his eyes are glued to Michael and when I shift my gaze back to the chair I see that Michael is almost free.
He is hissing like a feral beast, but without the fangs to complete the look, the sight something is trying to jump out of his skin. His chair is bouncing up and down, its
“What the hell?” hiss
more than a little creepy. His muscles are bulging and quiring. Almost as if
trembling with its unstable weight..
Koda’s turns his face toward mine shightly, his once blue eyes now completely black out. Lock yourself in thebelmem. Do it now”
“Come with me!” I whisper.
Koda’s neck straightens, his back muscles bunching and shifting as if preparing to cher. ‘Co,” he growls out.
“Michael’s hideous laugh grabs my attention and I stumble backward toward the extore looking past Koda and yelping in fear.
“Yes!” Michael streams, at the same time the chair falls apart beneath him. He is standing now, his lips lifting in an unnaturally wide spile. The ropes are gone and so are his bears. His head tormbles and shivers, his face shifting slowly toward me.
Oh shit
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Suddenly the air in front of me sapratapulting me off my feet. The sound is so sheep and so loud that I wince with pain. My ears are ringing as I go flying. backward and out of the mess hall. I have no idea what has just happened when thi the four, the wind gushing from my lungs. Blinking my eyes, I claw for breath. The room around me slowly coming into focus as sound retums to my ears. 1 stutter there for a moment before climbing to my knees.
that that noise? The engine?
A gulging screwrenches the air accented by the unmistakable sound of a bone
clean in half.
Holy shit. My spine tingles. Few and quiet filling like a veil over my head.
“Koda?” I whimper.
Oh my Godt What just happened?
The doce is still swinging back and forth, granting me afickering view of the kitchen. The bright white ground there is darkening net Tinoleum now pooling with bright red blood.
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