The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Michal?

“You mean Domele didn’t kill him I shout,

All 1 hear is Roda chuckling as | make my way back into the main hall to stare at the swinging kitchen door.

Taking another deep breath, | push into the space Michael sits the sas 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, | snap, taking a seat in front of him, much like | 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? | plaster on a fake smile. Its Marcas he’s going to kill. Leo is as in as you say he is -

thenhell be dne,” lie. | 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 tgiving 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. | don’t know why | 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.

| 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! Untieplease!”

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 | saw

Marcus change, | 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 commandhin a gutteral voice that is nearly all animal.

W wait! | don’t think he’s doing it on purpose!” | 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 | get

free! | 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 | shift my gaze back to the chair | 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”

“Cwith me!” | whisper.

Koda’s neck straightens, his back muscles bunching and shifting as if preparing to cher. ‘Co,” he growls out.

“Michaels hideous laugh grabs my attention and | stumble backward toward the extore looking past Koda and

yelping in fear.

“Yes!” Michael streams, at the same

tthe chair falls apart beneath

him. He is standingyna® his fips!

lifting ina uhSturally 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

sapratapultingoff my feet. The

sound is so sheep and so loud that |

wince with pain. My os are Finging

asl go fying:backuat and out of

thie Mess hall. | have no idea what

has just happened when thi the four,

the wind gushing from my lungs.

Blinking my eyes, | claw for breath.

The room aroundslowly coming

into focus as sound retums to my

ears. 1 stutter there for a moment

before climbing to my knees. The

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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?” | whimper.

Oh my Godt What just happened?

The doce is still swinging back and

forth, grantingafickering View of

the tchen. The ight ite ground

thertlis darkeningTinoleum now

pooling with bright red blood. The

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