TWENTY-ONE

SILAS / WRATH POV 

Marcus had been in my room for a long time and every now and then, I would hear Scarlett scream. I didn't want to share her with him, but I couldn't deny him, either. I owe him my life from when he found me weak, injured and left for dead after having another run-in with the Vampire King. I don't know what he saw in me that day as he could have just killed me but instead; he took me back to his pack house and allowed his Queen to care for me.

Again, I don't know why, but once I was at full strength, he trained me more and did it himself. Over that time, I guess we became as much of friends that a rogue werewolf could be with a vampire. I sit in the sitting room going over that time as I sip on a glass of blood when I hear him finally come out of the room; he enters the sitting room and goes over to one of the cabinets, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. He pours a bit into a glass and then faces me,

"That is one fine female you have