Her Lycan✔

Chapter 25

Malcolm McLean

"You're getting weak, Malcolm." Uncle Alastair followed me into my office.

My veins still pulsed with the adrenaline of killing as I slumped into my office chair. Isabella has taken Alexine up into a room to get cleaned up. Damon was far quieter than usual. He hasn't spoken a word since we got inside the castle.

I saw him disappear down his quarters and knew he was heading to the bedroom. Uncle Alastair moved to stand in front of me. Instead of sitting down, he propped his palms on the surface of my desk and glared at me.

"Do you realize what you have done?" Uncle Alastair questioned. "These past couples of weeks that Isabella has made her appearance back into your life you have killed two lycan leaders. Do you think this will pass easily? Do you realize what you have done? The danger you have put the pack in?"

"I have every right to eliminate the threat that comes pounding at my door. My pack is my first priority." I said through clenched teeth.

I knew full well what the consequences are. I will have the King knocking on my door any second now. News will spread. I have not only killed just one lycan leader. I have also killed an international lycan leader.

"I'll take care of it when the time comes," I said dismissively but Uncle Alastair didn't catch the hint.

"I will not stand here and allow you to ruin this pack. Your father was weak and now you-" I had him pinned against the wall with my hands firmly squeezing his throat before he could finish his sentence.

"I will advise you to watch what you say next, Uncle." I seethed, my anger simmering underneath my skin.

His face turned red but I can see the strong flare of anger in his eyes. He tried to remove my hands from around his throat but I needed him to submit. Even if he was family, I will not take the threat lightly. Ever since Isabella's arrival, he had been constantly hostile and disrespectful.

I had no reason for him to scheme behind my back but it doesn't stop me from carefully watching him. His hostility had increased in a number of days and my trust for him is slowly shattering. Even I can sense something was off about him.

Uncle Alastair nodded his submission and I released his throat. He coughed and hacked until he could breathe again. I stood my ground and stared him down.

His blue eyes might mine for a brief moment. He whipped his head away from me and scampered out of the office. I sighed and ran a frustrated hand through my hair. Problems were crawling off the walls from left to right. I felt trapped and stressed.

Running my hand down my face several times, I moved to the small fireplace in my office. The rain had tapered off and now the air grew chilly with the hint of after rain mixed into the air. I placed my hand on the mantle and closed my eyes.

Slowly, I zoned everything out. Cleared my mind and allowed myself a brief moment of reprieve until I heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was my uncle again, I snarled a 'What is it' at the door only to have Damon walked in.

He looked downright angry still. Damon doesn't take well with abuse of power. He was a comical male lycan when he wants but there are days he can be downright as dangerous as I can be. Tonight, his face held no amusement.

I walked over to the cabinet and took out two glass cups before grabbing a bottle of nicely brewed Scottish liquor. Placing a glass in front of him, I popped the cap off and poured him a glass before pouring myself one.

"Did he really do that to Izzy?" Damon questioned, his voice cold and shaky with fury. He moved to pick up his glass cup to take a sip.

I nodded, "Pete tortured her the same way he did Alexine."