His Violet Wolf

Chapter Nineteen

Marshall
*Yay! New POV!*

Also, Ezra up above

The punching bag in front of me swung backwards with such force, that it slammed into the wall a few feet away. My knuckles were aching where the blood flowed from scabs that had broken open. I didn't feel any pain, I hadn't felt anything since Adelaide left me.

I closed my eyes, shaking my head. I had promised myself that I wouldn't think about her, wouldn't go back to her no matter what.

But all that had gone to hell when the mark I gave her re-activated. At first I thought nothing of it, since I had given up on finding her a couple years after she ran away. But then the feeling on the back of my neck had grown stronger and I shot up from bed and ran to Ezra.

He confirmed that she had activated the mark, using his sixth sense. I knew that he resented me, after what I did to Adelaide. They used to be close, something that I had never approved of. Ezra was hesitant to give me her location, saying that I didn't deserve it or her. I knew that he was right, but I was selfish and I needed to right my wrongs.

He only gave me her location after I had to threaten him and practically break his arm. I felt kind of bad, but didn't let it show. There was never time to show emotion, there was never a need to. The only times I had shown how I truly felt was when I was with Adelaide and the guys. But Adelaide despises me, probably more than I hate myself, and the guys don't speak to me unless it's about the mafia's business.

I had to admit that their cold shoulder hurt me at first. When I passed the twins in the halls of our small house, they would look away and stare ahead of them. At first, I would try to stop them, and explain myself. But the first time Charlie had actually let me speak, I had no excuses. I didn't know what to say because I was just as disgusted with myself as he was. He had just shook his head and walked away.

That was the day I lost my two best friends, shortly after losing the love of my life. And it was all my fault.

I punched the bag again, wanting to feel the pain that I deserved. I let my fists pummel the bag until the sand was spilling onto the floor before me. I stepped away, raising my fists to my face and shoving them against the pounding behind my eyes.

The images of my Adelaide in that awful cell were coming back recently, now that I had seen her again. She was still as beautiful as she was all those years ago. Her chestnut hair was longer, almost reaching to the small of her back. Her body was curvier, making her even more irresistible. She hadn't grown from her petite frame, but that was one of the things I love about her. 

The thing that had changed, were her eyes. They used to be so open, and kind. The green shading was always soft and somewhat innocent, even if she wasn't what her eyes portrayed. I could get lost in them, breathing in the lush grassy color.

But now, they were ice cold, hard and flat like cement. The color had dimmed the slightest, no innocence remained in their depths. They had cut daggers in my chest, causing my heart to clench. I couldn't look at them, couldn't face that I was the one that made her that way.

My thoughts were interrupted when one of my warriors rushed into the small gym room that I was in. He hadn't bother knocking, so I used my speed to throw him against the wall by his neck.

He landed next to the deflated punching bag, groaning as he shifted on the hard floor.

"What do you think you're doing barging in here pup? Learn your place and knock." I growled, pulling him up to me by the front of his shirt. He winced, but looked down in submission. I growled again and dropped him, rather suddenly.