The reckless Intension

MARCUS P.O.V

That noon I walked the street like a complete wanderer. It was almost like my father's curse was walking on me. I was both a lone wolf and without a home however i wasn't totally hopeless,

I had a goal and that was to keep my mate safe and prove my parents wrong about their decision to drive me away and I am grateful that I met a few loving folk which I can't classify as family since they don't have a clue about my cruel werewolf side.

By eight p.m. that day I walked into a club house. I don't know why I was there because I hated the noise but I just needed something to distract me from the tragic feeling of disappointing my pack.

The music was loud and many people were dancing under the different colours of light flickering at the centre while I walked down to a counter where drinks were being served.

"Hello," I said to have the attention of an Irish skin coloured lady who just finished attending to a customer and she lifted her gaze to me but lingered.

I had no clue the