The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates novel Chapter 40

The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates 

Chapter Forty 

“Koda 1 yello, en wice cracking. Reaching for the wall, I me it to pull my army feet. 

If he were he would say se 

ist as I am about to shy phone from poket, a pair of hare, caramel tinted lent steps to the pool of blood in the kitten, M. yes tha muscular arm draped in swirls of black ink pushes the swinging door completely open. Kodos beiving chest is coverd in blood, his Lark blue i amusement as he stands there. That signature smirk of his, firmly in place. Thank Go One arm remains behind his back, the drip of Mood podd 

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“You couldn’t answit me? Cat had your tongue, or what? I tipe and he chuckles. Twas worried for you, idiot,” 

Koda shrugs, sauntering by me and maneivering his hand so I can’t see what it is he holds 

You killed him, didn’t you? | shinger and be freezes nichtride. 

out onto the deck 

With his back to me, he mods, then continues up the steps and out onto 

Something tells me that the snap I heard before was Michael’s neck. And the thing that Koda was holding behind his back–the thing that was dripping Blood – must have been Michaels head 

the body? No. 

Do 1 want to peek into the kitchen and see the body? No. Not really. But for some regain I can’t help myself 

The moment I step into the mess hall 1 regret it. Michael’s body does in fact kay lifeless on the floor. But his limbs appear strangely stretched. Like he must have smitted into some kind of half–state at that’s not the worst pa. Aside from the open neck wound which is still trickling with blood, his backrests on the heels of his feet. Ha entire body has been folded in half at the hips. 

Holy shit these wolves are arrang 

must have pushed me out into the hall and snapped Michael in half all in the 1 beard. So, not his neck after all huh? Nevermind, that his head is in fact, mi 

me second. Michael’s spine cracking that way had to have been that hemble 

Just the memory of that crunching, cracking, popping, sound drives a shiver 

My eyes 

over the elongated hands and oddly thin wrists. The flesh of his skin tagged with gray. Noting the stretch of his nails coming up over the edges of his frores, I realize it a as if he was trying to for clown but just couldn’t quite make the Eal evolution. Was that his plan all along? To get me alone and then kill me? 

it couldn’t have been, because Domonic was sure Michael was human 

the war until he got on this jachtend Demonic drove a healthy dase of fear into blood 

Maybe that was what did it. Michael’s fear of losing Le 

Could it be that emotions are that powerfully connected to a shifter’s transformation? 

Probably 

Thinking about the way my mother looked before she died – her skin nearly trasalarms. My mind tracks back to those nights that I heard her swearing in pain and I wonder was this what she was crying about back then? Was she suffering through half–shift the way Michael seemed to be? 

Marus said my mom was too old to hike the change, but could it be there was a different reason altogether? 

Maybe some people can make the change and some people can’t 

kty mom was healthy before Mucus came alone. She was Bt and fall of life prior to ham tainting our lives. Staybet don’t have so much to do with age, but more to do with genetics. I wonder… was Mängun ham a panther shifter or did the good doctor change him into what he is the way he did Lee, 

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Chapter Forty 

Because if Marcus was bom a shitter it would make sense that his son her to possess the gene. 

of genetic inclination toward the case. And by whatever meaton Michael did 

Taking one last look at Michaels corpse, I step away from him and back into the siting room. Heading straight for the bar I barely notice Korda as the kitchen with a large trash bag in hand. 

I wonder what he did with the head 

I shiver and pour myself a tall shot of tequila. Toing it back without hesitation, I share through the fruit bowl in search of a fire, fest in case I need another 

shot. 

“Pour one for me too,” Koda’s voice waves into my thoughts, 

Glancing up, I see he’s still not dressed, however his magnificent chest is washed ofood and his hands are clean as well. 

1 nod and slice into the lime, then pour three more shots. Two for you and one for me,” I say, doing my best to keep my eyes from mode 

Knocking it back, I watch him do the same. One after the other he knocks them back, yet he leaves the lime slices untouched 

Damn these men. All of them. 

“Can you, maybe, put some clothes on?” I ask timidly. 

Koda laughs then disappears back into the kitchen Witching him mop up the blood