Love, Lies & Blood Ties - Whitby Shadows Series Book 2

Chapter Sixteen

Shellshocked wasn't the word. Luke, a werewolf? No way. It wasn't possible. Was it? It would explain the hatred the two had for each other. As Marcus blasted away down the phone at Luke, demanding to know where his mum was, all the little things started coming together. The wolf weathervane on the top of his stables, the big family, his insane strength, the size of him, the fact he never seemed to sleep.

I sat back against the headboard of my bed, dazed and confused. What a day this had been. I couldn't even bring myself to say 'Luke is a werewolf' without it sounding foreign. It didn't feel right. Why hadn't he said anything before now?

Seconds later my apartment door flew open and Luke hurled himself down the hallway at Marcus. Before I could even blink, Luke had Marcus by the throat, pinned up against the wall.

"You want to say that to my face, blood sucker?" Luke said, all but growling.

Marcus grinned at him and stuck his face right in Luke's. "Give me my mother back, mutt. I know you know where she is."

I jumped off the bed and ran over to them. Luke's knuckles were white, his entire body tensed, ready to fight. I could see all the muscles and tendons in his forearm, strained with fury. Marcus' eyes gleamed with the promise of war.

"Stop it," I said, putting my hand on Luke's arm. "Please."

Luke let out a shaky breath and after a couple of seconds, he released his grip on Marcus.

"Typical mutt, letting the woman take control. Always think with your di—"

"Marcus!" I yelled. "Enough."

Marcus turned to look at me. He still looked rather frightening but somehow it didn't bother me now. I knew Luke would flatten him if he turned on me.

"He knows where my mum is," Marcus said. "His group of wild, uncivilised, dirty mongrels took my mum."

Luke glanced at me, his brown eyes full of worry. "Cat—"

I held my hand up. "Oh, we've got some talking to do but now is not the time." I glared at Marcus. "How do you know Luke has anything to do with this?"

Marcus opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Right," I said. "This was just an opportunity to pick a fight with the closest wolf was it?"

He looked away, staring at the floor.

"For goodness sake." I turned to Luke and said, "I'm so sorry. I had a dream about his mum and he's taken it all out of proportion."

"It's ok," he said, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. "Are you ok?"

I nodded. "It's been a day of revelations to say the least. Did you know I'm a witch?" His hand stilled and as guilt trickled into his eyes, I had my answer. "Were any of you planning on telling me? Or do I literally need to thank Gordon for that?"

"Gordon?" Luke said, turning his head to look at Marcus. "She better not mean the Gordon I think she does."

Marcus didn't say a word.

"What is the matter with you?" Luke yelled, balling his fists. "Are you trying to get her killed?"

I put my hands over my face and groaned. "Now what?" I asked, letting my hands drop. "What else do I need to cram into my overfilled brain?"

"Gordon is a hitman," Luke said, staring at Marcus. He froze for a moment and then smacked himself in the head with the palm of his hand. "Of course." He looked at me and said, "You remember that creepy old lady on the beach?"

I nodded.

"I bet you any money you like she has something to do with Gordon reappearing."

I shook my head. "How do you figure that out?"