The Wolf In Me novel Chapter 74

Mason's POV

"Jameson, let them know they're here," Carol yelled over the chattery voices around us, motioning towards her parents' office with her face, "everyone gets yourselves ready," she continued.

"We must wait for instructions Car."

"Wait?! We have no time. They are too close."

"Father might have a plan, he always has a plan."

Hesitating, she looked at me with an upset expression, almost making me wonder if she was looking forward to a real battle.

"We must hold the gate and keep the fight from happening for as long as we can."

With a frown, she ordered some of her pack to close the gate and seal it tightly, then breathed out heavily and looked at me.

"I hope that you are right," she mumbled, "guards hold your ground. The rest I need you to shift and get ready."

Moments later the large group of the yellow stone pack were all lined up in rows opposite us with just the gate dividing. The alpha of their pack stepped out from his line growling at us.

"Cowards enough not to let us in? I see you brought some company to help you out," he snarled recognising me.

"Marcus!" A strong voice shouted from behind us.

Of course, it was my dad. Not reacting to his voice, my eyes remained focused on the enemy. I noticed Marcus widening his eyes at the sight of my father, shifting his body weight on one of his legs.

"So you have joined forces with the king I see!" He chuckled in the pretence that he gathered himself.

"Why are you being like this? Are we not all a family Marcus?" Dad asked him, taking more steps forward with alpha Dale right next to him.

"My men have died because of them," alpha Marcus yelled, getting upset.

"And so have mine! The fight was between those that ended up killing each other. Only one remains and as far as I am concerned he happens to be from your pack. We can all ask him what has happened before we point fingers at each other," alpha Dale said bluntly.

"It doesn't matter who started or what happened! My men are dead and my pack wants revenge," Alpha Marcus growled, slowly shifting into his dark brown wolf.

Dad and alpha Dale both looked at each other with concerned looks knowing that the alpha of the yellow stone pack was still eager to fight, no matter how many more wolves get slaughtered.

"Everyone, get ready," father shouted, looking at us, "they are outnumbered. How crazy can alpha Marcus be?!" I overheard him say as he spoke to alpha Dale.

Growls filled every inch and corner of the area as more of us were shifting. I was concerned for both my pack and my mate's knowing that some of us might breathe for their last time. Nothing would change alpha Marcus's decision.

Taking one last glance at my mate, I shifted and waited for her to do the same. Her beautiful white, almost pinkish fur emerged, and as usual, it was breathtaking to watch.