Marked

Is this the end

Kade looks pissed. Yay, plan worked so far.

Kade walks away.

Caleb asks if I wanna ride.

"What about my bike?"

Caleb walks away.

I am so confused until he comes back in his ute.

"I'm sure I can work something out."

I love his smart comment.

He help loads my bike into his ute.

As a gentlemen, Caleb opens the passenger door open for me.

I give Lola and Logan our secret smile.

They wave as we drive to my pack house.

We listened to Coldplay and the amity affliction.

We talked about our childhood.

We have arrived at the pack house.

We move my bike from the ute and park it to my black Ferrari.

His mouth drops. "This yours too?"

I smile and nod. "I only got small presents on my birthday cause my parents knew I wanted these two girls."

He walks to the door. I open it.

My parents are waiting on the other side.

Caleb introduces himself, and in return my parents give him the death stare.

He mumbles goodbye and drives off.

"Why did you scare him off?"

"It is you and Kade, not you and Caleb."

"Come on, he is my second mate and he cares about me."

They shake their heads.

"I have another thing to say to you. How come I never have been on patrol? Is the alpha in on your little plan. Why did you bother to adopt me when you won't let me live my life.!"

The anger boiling under my skin keeps burning now brighter, it won't stop.

"Is it my wolf. I like it, I am different so what."

The anger won't subside.

"Why can't I shift, scared that the rouges are after me. Well you no longer have to take care of me."

My insides are screaming. I run to my room bumping into Jordan.

"Move dick."

He grabs my wrist. "No."

The anger makes my skin scorching hot. "Too bad. Bro. Guess you are the only child now."

He lets go, howling in pain, as his hand blisters.

I chuck my jacket on my bed as well as my helmet.

I open the window and jump out.

I keep running till I get to the border of the blood packs territory.

I would love to be free. Like a nomad. Always moving.

I want to see the world and travel like the dark pack.

"Looky here, boys, looks like we have a toy to play with."

I turn around to the voice. It belonged to the matted brown wolf.

Rouges.

A blue wolf and a matted orange one laughs.

With my anger I jump on the brown wolfs back and rip out its throat.