Why Are They Seeking Death?

Marcellus stormed out as soon as she said that. He kept walking aimlessly until he got to a riverbed.

It reminded him of the one he often visited in the pack. In a fit of rage, he picked up small rocks and threw them into the river.

He continued for several minutes before letting out a loud yell. Wolves around shuddered at the sound of his growl.

A man who had been watching him from a distance finally walked up to him.

"Are you alright?" He asked but Marcellus didn't turn to see who it was.

The man thought Marcellus hadn't heard him, so he asked again, "Are you alright, kid?"

Once again, Marcellus didn't look at him. This time, the man walked forward and extended his hand to touch him but Marcellus slapped it away.

"There's something called privacy and it's meant to be respected." He said in a cold tone while glaring at the man.

"What a weird kid." The old man mumbled and walked away.

From a glance, Marcellus could tell it was a human.

"I think I know why Rebecca doesn't like