![]() ![]() He appreciated rooms that locked from the inside and despised being caged. He had a small, sinewy scar that pulled at one edge of his mouth. My body rebelled against those orders, but I ignored it, closed my eyes, and let myself be pulled into thoughts of Chase. Once I heard it from their own mouths, maybe the ever-present roar in my gut-kill the Rabid, save them, fight, protect-might dissipate and die, and I could go back to being the girl who loved playing in other people’s trash and didn’t care much for dominance hierarchies and inter-pack relations. It had to stop, and the alphas would take care of it. This wasn’t just about me anymore, and it wasn’t just about Chase and the way the Rabid stalked him through the night, refusing to let him forget even for a second who had the power and who’d been left gutted on the pavement. ![]() What would they do to Chase if they caught us? What would they do to me?įor a moment, I considered backing out, but like a neon sign, the image of a pigtailed little girl lit up in my mind. “Deep breaths,” I muttered, willing my heart to quit bludgeoning my chest from the inside out. ![]() As I lay back, my eyes on the ceiling, I wondered if double jeopardy applied in Pack Law. ![]()
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