The Lone Wolf | P. Parker [1]

11 // Parties and Pretty Boys

I've sent Mackenzie a two dozen texts and called him like 19 times over the past few days, but I get no reply. He's driving me mental. The lad can't just fuck off and say nothing to no one! Lord know that boy deserves to run away, but can't he at least let me know he's okay?

I'm on my own floor in the Tower and I'm freaking out. I'm pacing the entire floor, which is actually massive and yet I've still been able to lap it three times, I send the last voice mail before giving up.

"Mackenzie Harris Kelly, you actual wanker, you bastarding cunt, you call me back the second you get this or I swear to all things Holy that I will murder you! You will get my brass knuckles shoved so far up your ass people will think that you've got gold fillings I promise you that!" I rant to his voicemail, giving him another new threat.

"But seriously, babe, just call me to tell me that you're fine. I haven't seen you in a while and then I get word that you've run off. I need to know that you're doing okay. You're worrying me here fire boy, and remember what happened last time you worried me? That mess in Cairo? The shit we got into? We don't need to give the world a rerun of that, do we? So call me, le do thoil. Is grá liom thú, bígí slán."

(please)(I love you, be safe.)

This boy, he is going to be the death of me. I mean I love him but he can be such an ass sometimes. At least now I know why he wasn't answering my texts. He'll be fine, he will, he's smart, well, he's not stupid- well he's competent. He can look after himself, I just wish I could help.

I send a text to Eoghan, making him promise that he'll send word the second he hears anything more, and I promise the same as long as none of it gets back to Liam. All he'll want is the money. Selfish bastard.

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I'm lying curled up on the sofa in my wolf form. Lu and I are comforting each other over the whole Mack situation. It's nice to have Lu, I have no idea how I would cope without them being here, if I was all alone. It's then that Stark walks in the room.

"Oh, lord," he exclaims, clutching his chest, "Is that- are- Fianna?"

I shift back, still curled up and sigh, "Yeah, it's me."

"Are- are you okay?" he asks tentatively.

"Not really," I reply, staring at the blank TV screen in front of me.

"What's wrong?"

"Why do you care?" I snarl.

"Because right now you are in my charge, and I want to know what's wrong."

"Uh, so caring. So thoughtful. Such an asshole," I mock him, not up for his fake comfort.

"Didn't I like save your life in a way? Aren't you supposed to owe me?" he asks, his tone mixed with annoyance and what sounds almost like arrogance but it isn't quite that smug.

"Nope," I smile a little, "God wanted me locked up, now it's your turn to find out why."

He playfully rolls his eyes at me and sits on the chair furthest from me, giving me some distance. It's only been a little while, but he seems to have figured me out a bit. Not sure if I like that or not.

"So what is it? What's the big bad that's got you curled up in a ball?"

"Mackenzie fucked off," I summarise, "He took a stack of cash and just vanished. No one knows where he is."

"Who's Mackenzie?" he pries slightly, but I let him off.

"My friend. We met back at St. Marie's, his da brought me there. I'm worried about him, he's never just disappeared like this, especially not without telling me about it."