Collecting the Pieces of the Shandhi Sword (Book 2 of Mark Series)

Chapter 2

The male couldn't speak with my hand around his throat, choking. His green eyes, so familiar to mine, made me stop and drop him to the ground. He coughed and took deep breaths, his hand across his throat. "Damn," he whispered out.

"Well?" I asked, my voice hoarse from disuse. I clutched my hand into a fist and felt my nails dig into my skin, breaking skin. I didn't know why, but I felt guilty for hurting him. I couldn't help but feel as if I had hurt myself, and I didn't like that feeling. I didn't like that I was feeling pity for this male that had kidnapped me.

The male let out a wheezing chuckle and waved his hand dismissively. "You are strong. I give you that much," he breathed out. "A strong Alpha indeed."

"Which is why I don't like Alphas," someone muttered.

I quickly turned towards the door and saw two men. One of the men was the one that had tried to "capture" me that night in town with both Katie and Faith. I glared and narrowed my eyes, and started to stalk his way. "You," I snarled, feeling my body shake.

"Easy there, Wolfie," he said, pointing a gun at me. He smirked when I growled at him, not really fazed by it. However, I could tell that the male next to him was a bit intimidated by me. "I don't want to shoot you, but I will shoot you."

I bit back a scoff and rolled my eyes; however, I didn't move anymore towards him. "Why am I here?" I asked, backing up some so that I could have all three members in my sight. I didn't like this one bit. I didn't like being in a room where I did not know anyone, nor did I know where we were at. I also didn't like how enclosed this room was, not having any windows that I could use as an escape route.

"You are the Shandhi," the male that I had choked rapsed. "We are the Protectors."

I eyed the male that had been chasing me, not believing that he was part of this group. I mean, he could be a double agent and trying to get information about where my whereabouts are and then take them back to his master for my capture.

The male smirked, knowing what I was thinking. "Ya, I am a part of this group, too, Love," he said, and I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "I am a double ag-"

I let out a loud growl and took a step towards him, pausing when he held up his hand in a wait fashion. I could feel my teeth elongating, and I couldn't help but really want to shift and attack him. Something told me that I could try and escape, but I wouldn't be able to get anywhere.

"I am a double agent for the Protectors. I go undercover to make sure that we can make sure that you are safe."

"And how can I trust you?" I asked.

"You can't," someone said from behind the two men. "But, how can we trust you either?" The two men moved away to show a female standing about 5'7. She had steely gray eyes with a firm jawline. Her brown hair was in a tight bun, no strand falling out. And, if I wasn't used to Werewolves, then I could tell that I would've thought that she was intimidating. She glanced at the male whom I had choked before looking up at me. "I mean, you did attack one of our leaders."

I raised an eyebrow, scowling because I did not like to be accused of something when I wasn't really in control of myself. "And you did lock me in a cage like some animal, abducted a pack member and me from my pack, and caused one of MY pack members to feel pain," I replied, baring my teeth at her.

The female raised an eyebrow. "Would you have come with us quietly? You didn't when we tried to get to you."

"I wonder why," I said, sarcastically. "My pack was under siege, and like a coward, I ran away from them when they needed help. Of course, I wouldn't come quietly."

"Hmmmm," she said. She walked closer to me, and I growled a warning. She paused a couple of feet away from me and started to walk around, inspecting me.

I had no idea what she was looking for, but I knew that I looked feral. My black hair was crazy and wild, probably feeling and looked greasy. And the white dress I had worn for the wedding was not white anymore and was more in rags than anything else.

"Bring Cameron," she said, finally, to one of the members. A small smirk flickered on her face when she saw the scowl on my face break down into what looked like relief. She didn't look at anyone but me, and I felt warier of her than I had been.

"But Adele, sh-"

"She will calm down," the male, Monroe, I think, said. "Bring him."

My whole body tensed at the thought of Cameron in here, and I couldn't help but worry about his safety. I didn't know if he looked any better than me, and I couldn't help think the worse.

"He is safe, Alpha," Adele said, backing up away from me. I guess she could tell that I didn't like her being too close to me when I didn't know if I would control myself around them. I guess she knew that I didn't want to hurt anyone else, even though I could protect myself.

I couldn't help but turn my head away from them when she called me Alpha. Guilt nipped at my heels because I didn't feel like an Alpha. If I had been a good Alpha, then I wouldn't have run away as I had done. I would've fought tooth and nail to make sure that my pack was safe. "Just Jasmine," I said, my voice cracking. "I do not deserve to be an Alpha."