Shifters Rule (Rule Series) by K.C. Blake Read Free Book Online

any werewolf.   In case you haven’t noticed, this place is a tourist stop for them.   Hardly a week goes by without at least one dropping in to kill me.”
    Ian lowered his voice to a menacing level and said, “Your brother did this, and I’m going to stop him before he goes onto the next step of his plan.   The first thing I’m going to do is borrow Andrew’s special writing tools, and I am going to write spells on every entry point, effectively making this house a werewolf-free zone.   Andrew did it at his house and it seems to be working.   If Billy comes again, he won’t be able to get inside.”
    “I thought you didn’t use spells because of your father.”
    It was the wrong thing to say.  
    Ian crossed over to stand directly in front of Jack, his face a twisted mask of rage.   “I am going to make an exception for your brother, and I’m warning you… don’t get in my way.”
    Ian grabbed his cell phone and headed into the kitchen while Jack stared after him in silence.   Somehow he had to get to his brother and protect him from their maniac uncle.   He had no idea how he was going to do it.   Maybe Silver could come up with an idea.
    Jack went upstairs to his bedroom, relieved to find it in one piece.   Whoever had broken into the house had stayed in the living room.   Or at least that’s how things first appeared to Jack.
    Then he noticed the small yellow square on his window.
    Slowly he crossed the room.   The yellow scrap of paper was a memo, the kind that came with a sticky edge so you could put it anywhere.   He recognized it.   The intruder had taken one from the stack Billy kept near the house phone in the kitchen.   Billy’s handwriting stood out in bold, black letters.
    Behind you .
    Jack turned.
    The closet door burst open, and Billy charged him.   Before Jack could even think, Billy grabbed him by the front of his shirt.   With a growl Billy spun around in a circle, taking Jack with him.   He let go abruptly.   Jack hit the window hard.   His body instantly shattered the glass, and he fell through it.
    An old friend called déjà vu reminded him of the time Jersey threw him off the roof of a tall building when he had been Tobias.   It was a horrible feeling sailing through the air, knowing he was going to hit the ground and die.   Now it was happening again.
    He landed on his back, arms and legs twisted at awkward angles.   Pain radiated throughout his body.   Blood filled his mouth, coating his teeth.   Internal injuries.   Broken bones.   No doubt he had them all.   At least he wasn’t dead.   That meant he could heal, given enough time.   He could already feel his body trying to right what had gone wrong.
    Ian raced outside and knelt next to him.   “What happened?”
    “Don’t touch me!   Don’t touch me.   Don’t touch me.”
    “I’m not touching you.   What do I do?   Can you heal yourself?”
    Panic accelerated Jack’s heartbeat.   He had to keep Ian busy, keep him outside long enough for Billy to get away.   No matter what his brother did to him, he couldn’t let Ian kill him.
    “Straighten… my arms… and legs,” Jack said between short gasps.   “My bones won’t… heal right… if you don’t help me.”
    He wasn’t sure this was true, but it sounded good.
    “You told me not to touch you.”
    Jack sighed in frustration and pain.   “Well, now I’m asking you to touch me.   Do it before… it’s too late.”
    Ian tried not to wince in horror when he looked at Jack’s broken body.   His expression altered slightly, just enough for Jack to know he was in horrible shape.   Ian wasn’t as good as he thought he was at keeping his face neutral.   He tried to be careful, gentle with Jack’s legs, but every slight movement felt like Ian was tearing Jack apart.   Sliding a hand under the calf, Ian pulled on it.
    A cry of agony burst from Jack’s lips.   He couldn’t hold it in.   Throwing aside the teachings of his father,