An Unsettled Enemy

~Marcellus~

Waking up to the respect I deserve surely makes the air and food taste different. I chuckled at my silly thought

"Someone looks happy." I heard and looked back to find Maverick staring at me with dark eyes.

I turned to look at him fully and raised a brow at the knife in his hand. "You're going hunting?"

He looked down at it and laughed. "Nah, just felt like having it in my hand this morning. I've been thinking of how to cut someone into pieces."

I saw a crazy look in his eyes after he said those words, but they were gone the next second.

I walked closer to him and patted him on the shoulder. "I don't want the bodies of pack members littered all over my pack."

"I know, right?" He scoffed and walked away from me. When I looked back, I caught sight of him tightening his hand on the knife.

I felt the phone in my pocket vibrate and took it out to see it was a call from the pack's witch.

"I need you to see something." I heard her say shakily from the other end.

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