Run! The Black Wolf's prey.

Chapter 39 - Bulldozer

Isabel was struggling, trying to get loose, but the man with the steel blue eyes was too strong. He dragged her towards the emergency exit, suddenly starting to move faster as he saw something that made him hurry up his steps. She followed his gaze.

Marcus! He had understood something was wrong and was striding heatedly towards them, throwing people standing in his way to the side like a bulldozer, his brows deeply furrowed.

However, the dance floor was incredibly crowded, and he was still too far away to reach her. She tried again to bite her harasser, but in vain.

“Are you as feisty in bed?” he sneered. “I certainly hope so!”

They had almost reached the emergency exit as he suddenly stopped, letting out a surprised gasp. The next second, he lost his grip of her as his feet lifted from the ground.

“Nicholas! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a familiar voice bellowed.

John? Isabel turned around, hardly believe her eyes.

It was him…! And he was lifting the other man, seemingly called Nicholas, by the throat, glaring at him with fuming eyes. She gulped as she witnessed John throwing him to the ground, hovering over him with a menacing growl.

“John!” Nicholas groaned, his back on the floor, eyes wide. “Aren’t you supposed to be at Pine Ridge?”

“I was… And you were supposed to stay away from her!” John bent down and lifted Nicholas up by his throat, his feet once again floating above the ground.

John had always been strong, but the power of rage was now running through his veins, and he had a hard time controlling his wolf that was looking for vengeance. It didn’t care that Nicholas was his brother! His obvious disobedience to the Alpha hierarchy, and the fact that he was trying to take their human, was making John's wolf uncompromisingly furious, wishing to snap his neck.

“You have no power here,” Nicholas wheezed. “You can’t treat me like this among humans!”

“I can do what the f***k I want. I’m your Commander, your Alpha, and you will obey,” John growled. “If not, I will reject you from our pack, and you will live like a stray dog, forever out in the cold.”

“Whatever you say,” Nicholas choked, holding up his hands, his lips starting to turn blue.

John dropped him to the floor, and Nicholas stood up, caressing his throat. They had a small audience watching them, but as John had let go off Nicholas neck, most of them quickly lost interest and continued dancing.

He couldn’t help to think the humans were like sheep. So ignorant! They were probably too drunk or too high to even realize how hostile and dangerous this situation was.

“You are leaving her alone, you hear me,” John snarled at his brother.

“I hear you… But it doesn’t matter,” Nicholas snorted, suddenly amused. “You may have power over me, but no chance you can hold back the rest.”

“The rest?” John looked at him questioningly, brows furrowed.

“Look around,” Nicholas snickered. “We’re not the only wolves here tonight. And everyone is after her now.”

John lifted his gaze, realizing Nicholas was telling the truth. There were several wolves in man shapes approaching, their greedy eyes gleaming in the dark as they were staring at Isabel. His Isabel!

She was standing all alone in her dazzling little black dress, having a confused look on her face… Seemingly unaware of the male wolves who were ready to devour her any second. One by one, they were coming closer and closer.

John growled menacingly; he was ready to rip any of them into pieces if they so much as touched a strand of her hair. He was just about to tell her to come with him, to leave this place. It was too dangerous…

But just as he turned around to face her, Marcus arrived at the scene and placed a guarding arm around her shoulder. She was watching John with wide eyes, her lips parted. He couldn’t tell if she was afraid of him or if she was just stunned.

“Take your hands off her!” he rumbled at Marcus.

“She’s not yours,” Marcus spat. “You walked out on her. She’s with me now…”

“I had no choice!” John exclaimed. “And you know it. You are just taking advantage of the situation.” He glared at him, before turning to Isabel, looking at her with desperation in his eyes.

“Isabel, I’m sorry…” John’s voice cracked. He couldn’t stand seeing another man holding her, yet he had to respect her will… and she didn’t seem to mind Marcus’ embrace.

Isabel frowned. What did Marcus just say? She wasn’t with him. She wasn’t with anyone! Shrugging off his arm, she distanced herself from him, looking at him disappointedly.

“What?” Marcus frowned. “Don’t tell me you still want to be with him?”

“Isabel, I’m sorry,” John repeated, looking at her pleadingly, his hand extended. “Please, let’s talk.”

A part of her wanted to say ‘No’. To tell John that he meant nothing to her, that she had moved on. To hurt him, in the same way that he had hurt her…!

Yet, seeing him like this was too painful. It was as if someone was ripping out her heart, and she found it hard to breathe. Her whole being, her body and soul, was aching to be with him, telling her that they weren’t supposed to be apart. They belonged to be together!

When their eyes locked, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She took a few steps, approaching him, finally accepting his hand.

“John,” she whispered.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly to his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured into her ear. “I’m so sorry, I should never have left you, it’s my fault…”

“It’s OK,” she mumbled into his chest, her eyes tearing up. She had secretly dreamt of this every night since he left, yet she couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

“Please, let me take you out of here. It’s not safe,” John was acutely aware of more werewolves approaching and the air was getting thicker to breathe.

“Why? You just fought him off?” she lifted her chin, looking up at him.

“There are several more like him here. Please Isabel, I’m begging you, come with me.”

“What about my friends?” she suddenly remembered Helen, Eileen and Marissa. Everything had happened so fast; she had completely forgotten about them. She scanned the dance floor, but she couldn’t see them.

“I’m sure they are fine,” John reassured her. “They have each other. Besides, it’s you they’re after.”

“What do you mean? Why?” Isabel didn’t understand, what was he saying?

Looking around, she saw Marcus standing with his arms crossed, watching them wearily, and Lucas marching towards them with a concerned look on his face… But no sign of that weirdo Nicholas.

However, she could sense the burning stares of several men that was starting to surround them, and John was right. They did look rather threatening.

“Lucas?” John looked surprised. “I didn’t know you were here. Did you see where Nick went?”

“John, Isabel,” Lucas nodded. “No, I didn’t. He disappeared. But John, you should take her out of here. Now. It’s not safe.”

“You two know each other?” John arched a brow.

“Marcus introduced us,” Lucas nodded towards Marcus, who was looking anything but pleased. “I’ve already told the other girls to leave the dance floor,” he turned to Isabel. “I’ll go back and make sure they’ll come home safely.”

“I’ll take Isabel home,” John pulled her closer, still holding her hand. She didn’t mind. Her legs were trembling, and she was overwhelmed by emotions.

Nevertheless, when her eyes met with Marcus’, a feeling of guilt flooded her. He was obviously upset.

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed at him. His features eased a bit and he managed to curl his lips into a vague smile, nodding at her. He always knew he would lose if John ever showed up again… He just wished he hadn’t.

“Come,” John led her towards the exit. “Lucas, Marcus, make sure no one follows us.”

“So... you and Marcus know each other?” Isabel looked at him questioningly upon leaving the club.

“Kind of,” John held her close, kissing her on the temple, as they went out in the fresh air. “It’s a long story…”