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What is sense?

Well shit Now I remembered why I didn’t let her come out to play The ild She was unruly She had no attachment to hu her to respect pack law

My wolf didn’t give a shit about rules because I’d never taught her any

I’d just caged her and thought nothing of the da what it meant to be in control, and I screa over our legs, and she was forced to stop running or ould go face first into a tree

Bitch

Well if that wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black

We were going to run with the pack or ouldn’t run at all I concentrated and used everything in me to command control over our body We sat

My wolf forWe twitched My wolf ot back on all fours

Run?

This body was o the direction I chose I turned us back the direction we caain, we sat I waited, my control here weak, tenuous I was just slips of consciousness inside a wild aniain, this time back towards the shtout like a blissful dog Then I smelled it My sense of smell was intense, almost too finely tuned in this form I’d adjusted to the aroma of the forest, to the sharp odor of the other wolves, but this s

Hu the air I yipped a warning

Too little, too late

The flash from thefroht deafness All I could s ate its way through my fur and into my body, my wolf and I screamed in unison

When it ca back

At first I didn’t know if it had been seconds or hours since I’d been shot, but itfro I tried to stand, but whatever gun he’d used, the bullet packed a whopper of a punch

Strong arms helped me to my feet, and I lashed out until the cool, familiar scent of va me up into his arms

Under normal circu legs Only right then they didn’t seem to want to cooperate, so I let hi the tree trunk closest to us in a shower of wood chips and moss

Holden didn’t let up until ere back at the compound

When we arrived at my cabin, he tried to make me lie in the bed, but I refused Finally we co, where he wrapped me in an old quilt from the back of the couch

"Get a knife," I whispered, my throat raw

"Why?"

I parted the blanket and showed him the hole between un to blacken, the infection snaking out with thin fingerlike lines, crawling towards the unblemished skin of my torso

"Silver," I said

"Fuck" He ran back into the cabin, and I watched the tree line, waiting for either the assassin or the pack I wasn’t sure which one I hoped would come first Metal rattled, and a moment later Holden returned with a steak knife "I’ et it out"

The knife was dull, but it was steel so even the pain of the unsharpened edge sawing a hole into my flesh didn’t hurt as much as the poisonous pellet inside ers deep into the channel carved by the bullet, snaking his way after it

I whi froot tense

When he pulled his hand out with a wet, sucking sound, his fingers were s from the bullet pinched between the, onto the deck, where it sat covered in blood It looked so harob of ain, Holden was gone and a dozen olves in their naked human form stood in a half-circle around me

Lucas appeared confused until he saw the knife and the bloody bullet

"Someone told them where I was," I said

"Someone shot you?"

I nodded, but it hurt For the third time in teeks someone had tried to ventilate my body with silver bullets That combined with my foray into the sith the Loups-Garous? Well, needless to say I’d had o home"

Chapter Thirty-Three