Kindness from a cold one

MARCUS P.O.V

Today is a day to be remembered, it's a day that begins the battle of my identity. It almost seemed like the cloud knew how I felt and I could tell by the darkness which covered the sky.

Ever since I left Eddie's House I have always had this strange feeling that something terrible was going to happen. It feels like I played a short part in an important contest and I am left in the dark awaiting the final result to be called.

It feels like a game, kill or be killed.

I didn't return to the hotel where I lodged, rather I located a large solitary field and I had been seated on a long bench at one end since noon.

Why would Eddie request a meeting between us? I thought to myself while I stared at the moist cloud. It was already eight p.m. the place was dark and cold but the cold never bothered me. After all, I am a werewolf. We are always known as the warm ones.

Could it be he knows that I had planned Alicia and Ronald's meeting? I questioned myself again but the answers were n