She Wolf

6.

Marcus POV

The last couple of weeks have been hectic. So many attacks. What is going on?

I let out a sigh, planting my face in my palms while sitting behind my desk. Those fuckers better be able to talk when they wake up. And it had better be soon. I still have to get ready for tonight.

Jo - her face when she was standing at the top of the hill. I let out another sigh.

I wish she had not seen us this morning. She will probably have a million questions. Questions I don’t have answers to.

A knock on my office door pulls me from the rambling in my head.

"Marc, your father wants to see you." Daniel walks in.

"Thanks."

"Are they awake yet?" I ask hopeful.

"I think so, he was heading to the holes. Should I meet you there?"

"No. I'm coming." If I sit here longer I'll drive myself insane.

Walking down the stairs to the dungeons, I hear the hissing sounds coming from the cells. My dad and Beta White are not here yet.

”Good they're awake.”

A wicked smile form on my face as I slowly walk past the individual holding cells, the bright white lights automatically switching on as I walk by.

I stop in front of the skinny, malnourished looking vamp. "This one first." I say, gesturing for the guard to open the glass door.

He is sitting on the concrete bench with his hands cuffed behind his back. His head is hanging low. He looks weak. Like he has not been feeding for a while. I scoff at his pathetic appearance.

Daniel takes him by the hair and lifts his head violently. He immediately reacts to his touch, his eyes are wide open, looking around, uncontrollably thrashing.

"Enough!" my voice thunders.

"No, no, no... No please." the vamp begs. Then he goes quiet, his eyes following me as I pace across the cell.

"Why did you attack the post?" I turn and ask.

He keeps quiet, frantically looking around at the others in the cells around him.

"You know, he does not like to repeat himself." Daniel whispers with his jaw clenched. "You better answer him man. He is turning red." he says again with a humorous smirk when the vamp still does not answer me.

My blood is starting to boil. I hit him across the face. "Speak fucker!" I pull back again, readying myself for another collision with his face.

"He wants her!" he yells before I could hit him. "He wants the girl. We don't know why."

His comrades start hissing next to us. Yelling at him to shut up. "He will not stop."

One of the others shout out.

"He will not stop, he will not stop, he will not stop..." they all start chanting together.

Driving me to the brink, I loose all control and snap the neck of the one in front of me. Silence is filling the dungeons.

* It's the same thing the first one said - he wants her. * Daniel says through our link.

* They are talking about Jo aren't they? *

Anger rushing through my body again.

"Who the f**k is he?" I yell out in frustration, kicking the lifeless body on the floor. Again. Again. Again.

"Marcus, stop!" my father commands.

"Control.” his voice echoes loudly. “My office. Now!"

Fuck!

"Did you get something out of him?" dad asks as I walk into his office.

"It's the same as last time Alpha. He wants her." Daniel responds first. He can see that I have not yet calmed myself.

"Who the f**k are they talking about?" I shout. "Why do they want her?"

"We don't know son. But we will find out." dad says, moving to sit behind his desk.

He moves some papers around, seemingly looking for something.

* What the f**k is he doing? * I link Daniel.

He just shrugs his shoulders.

This is pointless.

"Father, what..."

"They returned with an answer Alpha!" Jo's dad interrupts, bursting into the office.

"They are sending a team."

Confused, I look at my dad, who is still taking his time giving me answers.

I feel like kicking a hole in his desk.

Annoyed, I scratch the back of my neck. So hard I think I broke the skin.

"Dad, what is he talking about? Who is sending a team?"

"The council." he finally speaks.

"You made contact with the High council? Why?" I shout while trying to keep my tone as calm as possible despite rage wanting to take over.

"We do not need them here!" I say, placing my fist on his desk.

He just looks at me with his eyebrow raised.

"One would think you would appreciate the help. Our pack is too small to deal with bigger attacks, should whoever start sending more and bigger groups. We cannot risk it." he walks around his desk.

"We have a responsibility to all in our pack. They will help with patrol and join in training while we work on finding answers as to what the vamps are talking about, what they are looking for. Why they want Joanna." he continues, as calm as ever.

"In the mean time, I believe I can trust you to keep her safe and guarded during the day. When she is at home, we will do the same." Beta White says. His hand on my shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

"It might not be a bad thing Marcus. Alpha is right." Daniel joins, trying to calm me down.

My jaw is clenched. My body is stiff with anger.

Not saying a word, I look at my father then turn and walk out of his office. Slamming the door behind me.

Jo POV

We sit outside on the patio, chatting and laughing, reminiscing about our younger years. We used to play dress up and give each other make-overs. Jenna always enjoyed the make-up part, to my dismay.

"You always put too much lip gloss on. Just like when we were kids" I say, looking in the hand mirror, trying to rub some of it off.

"And you used to always complain about it, just like you do now." Jen answers back, hitting my hand.

"Stop! You'll ruin my masterpiece." she protests.

She always does a great job, but I like teasing her.

"It's almost time. You better get dressed." she ushers me up and to my room.

Carefully holding up my hair, she helps me slip on the dress we chose. It fits perfectly. Then she lets my hair fall down over my shoulders.

The doorbell rings. "Hi Marcus, come on in. Joanna is still up stairs, but she'll be down in a minute I'm sure." mom welcomes him.

Jen hands me my shoes and earrings. After the final touches to my make-up she gives me the go ahead. “Perfect.” she smiles while opening the door of my room. Running down stairs - “She’s ready, she’s ready.” I hear her saying. She seems so excited, you would think it is her school dance. Sweet.

I slowly walk down the stairs. My gaze fixed on Marcus. Goddess, he looks handsome. His hair in a messy man-bun. His crisp white shirt molded to his body perfectly. Every muscle on display. His suit pants, tight in all the right places. And that mischievous smile across his face. If he keeps looking at me like that, we might have to leave the dance early. I walk toward him, my hands moving to adjust the slim black tie around his neck. “You clean up nicely. So much better than the dirt you were wearing this morning.” I smirk. “Yeah, you know I have questions.” I whisper.

He slumps his shoulders, sighing while lowering his head. “Later.” he simply says.

“You look beautiful darling.” my mom pulls me away pushing a loose hair out of my face. “Perfect” she continues, scrunching her face. She can get so emotional at times. “You’ll have her back by 11 son.” my dad says with a sarcastic chuckle, walking into the living room. “Of course sir.” Marcus responds, shaking my dad’s hand. This is getting weird.

“Okay, let’s go.” I shake my hands as if clearing the awkwardness from the air. Marcus lets out a playful laugh. “After you.” he puts his hand on my back. I can’t help but notice his hand placement, almost awkwardly high between my shoulder blades. I brush it off as him just being polite, not wanting to make it uncomfortable for my parents in case they take notice.

He opens the door of his black Mustang, helping me slide in without getting my dress dirty. I look up at him “Thank you.” There he goes flashing that smile again. Oh dear goddess, help me!

Our drive to the school was mostly in silence. I do not want to push him for information about this morning, most probably spoiling the mood for the evening. I know he does not want to talk about it. So I’ll give him some time to decide how he wants to handle this… he seems content with it this way. But he knows I’ll ask him again, eventually.