9-Atlas

Marcella’s POV

“We have to go,” I say throwing a dress over me. As soon as we get outside, I’m letting Fran out. So, this dress is going to rip to shreds.

I follow Evander down the stairs. We are followed by Beta Daniel, Abby, and Mark. Bridget follows but at a safe distance.

Me- Ready girl?

Fran- You know I am.

As soon as we hit the air, Fran busts forward. She keeps pace with Evander and as we get closer, I scent some of the warriors. I know these people. I know all of them. I see him standing in front, unshifted. Atlas.

“Come, come, Marcella shift back, your face is what I came to see,” Atlas calls as we approach.

Dexter growls and stands in front of me.

I see Wesley holding a shirt next to me. He had run here unshifted.

Fran gives me control and I shift back.

“What do you want Atlas?” I ask, stepping from behind Dexter. Wesley is beside me.

“I want my mate,” Atlas smirks.

“Marrianna is your mate,” I tell him.

“My wolf and I agree we want you,” He answers.

“If Tom agrees, shift,” I