Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 87

"Maria, it's been two months, you need to address them."

"I know Marco, but we all just finished healing from the fight. I just need some time to wrap my head around things," I rubbed my eyes to try and get rid of the headache behind them. The paperwork in front of me making my head spin.

"Time's up," Rosie came into the room looking a little frantic.

"What?" I frowned.

"People are outside demanding for Jason to be handed over to them or for some kind of consequences to be dealt because of all the trouble he caused," she explained quickly.

"Goddess, can't they just be patient? We just ended a war that started nearly a decade ago and they've gotta find something else to be mad about so fast?" I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Welcome to leadership," Marco grinned, all of us knowing this is what I signed up for.

I waved him off. "Yeah yeah. Where's Wolfie? I need to talk to him about this."

"He's outside trying not to get torn apart by angry vampires," Rosie responded.

"What?!"

That idiot.

I ran downstairs to the second floor balcony.

"What are you doing out here?!"

"They were asking for me," Wolfie shrugged stupidly.

"Goddess, if they asked for your head, would you give it to them?"

"They already have, and I decided to decline."

I facepalmed myself.

"I tried to tell him," Happy shook his head.

"You shouldn't be out here either, genius," I pushed past the both of them to confront the crowd of pissed off people.

"Hey! Everyone! Can I please have your attention!" I hollered over the angry yelling and cursing of Wolfie's name. "Please! I just need to--"

"EVERYBODY SHUT THE H3LL UP!" Rose came onto the balcony after us.

The angry mob went silent.

She gave me a nod.

"Thank you, Rosie," I sighed. "Now," I addressed the crowd. "I'm gonna level with you all. Jason has made a lot of mistakes, like. . . a lot, and he will be held accountable for them, but I think it's important to realize how much he did for me and this house after he realized how much of a dumb@ss he was being."

A series of grumbles and growls came from the crowd at that, and Wolfie just shrunk behind me.

"You all haven't been there to see all of it, but he's held himself accountable and promises to continue to for his mistakes," I continued.

"Kill him!"

"Let him rot in jail!"

"Goddess, they really don't like you," I mumbled under my breath to Wolfie.

he just pouted like a sad dog.

"I promise we'll—"

"You should have left him for the hybrid king!"

"How selfish and inconsiderate are you people?!" Brandon suddenly yelled from beside Rosie after I was interrupted.

Jeez, now it's a party, apparently.

The mob fell into stunned silence at his outburst, one again.

"Goddess, I know he's a jerk, but he's Maria's mate for crying out loud! You all are yelling for him to be murdered or thrown in jail. Do you have any idea what that would do to you House mistress?!" Brandon hollered, a look of anger dawning his face. "I know you're angry, and you have a right to be, but imagine how she feels!" He pointed a finger at me. "She had so many obstacles in the way finding love in her mate, something that's been given so freely to the rest of us."

I started feeling tears prickle at my eyes at his words, but there's no way I'm letting them fall.

"You think you're angry? Hurt? Imagine if you're mate did this to you."

The crowd stayed silent and Wolfie shrunk further back into the house.

Away from me.

I grabbed his arm and yanked him back into my side.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Brandon responded to the hanging heads and closed lips below him. "If Jason has managed to convince her to forgive him, h3ll, even I'm coming around to the guy, I think you all can at least find the patience and mercy to give her time before any sort of punishment is decided on."

The mob started seeming a little less mob like, and a little more forgiving.

"D@mn, I'm kinda good at public speaking, huh?" Brandon commented to me under his breath.

I just chuckled and whispered, "Thanks."

"What has he done to redeem himself, huh!?" One last mob member yelled.

To my surprise, without missing a beat, a warrior in the back responded, "He saved my life!"

Everyone turned to him.

". . . During the battle. I was left for dead. I would have died if he didn't help me to shelter."

Another warrior spoke up. "He stopped a hybrid from ripping my head off."

And another. "He killed the hybrid that killed my son."

And me. "He saved my life too," this brought their attention back up to the balcony.

"And ours," Brandon gestured at himself and Rose.

"Right," she agreed. "It may have only been after he realized Maria had left to do it all on her own, but he showed up eventually!"

Another random person piped up, "I still think he should be thrown in jail!"

Rosie shoved herself between us so she was leaning over the rail. "Goddess, What do you people have against Maria getting laid!"

I gasped at the sudden change in topic. "Rose!"