Fourteen

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*this particular chapter is under editing. I have found a few mistakes and it's killing me :)*


Marrisa and Jane waited in the middle of the road while one of the young wolves went to fetch her daughter. Jane was glancing around uncomfortably, Marrisa noticed.

"Why are you worried?" Marrisa asked.

"We thought all werewolves were dead," Jane said.

"Well, these aren't really werewolves. Not like Children of the Moon," Marrisa said; Jane flinched at the name. "They're shapeshifters."

"How do you know of... real werewolves?"

"I've met a few. Good people, moody creatures," Marrisa grinned.

Jane smiled slightly, Marrisa's personality was refreshing. She suddenly smelled a waft of wet dog, her nose scrunching up.

Paul, Sam, Seth and Melody walked out of the tree line.

"Be nice," Marrisa muttered to Jane and stepped forward. "Melody Andie Whitlock. Come here."

Melody kept her eyes down, avoiding eye contact with her mother and walked to her. Marrisa crossed her arms and waited. Melody glanced up quickly.

"Um, hi?" Melody breathed.

"Why did you disobey your father?"

Melody frowned. "I just really wanted to meet Paul."

"You quite literally disappeared from his sight. More than once, Melody," Marrisa scolded.

"I'm sorry," Melody sighed.

Marrisa glanced at Paul, who looked quite furious.

"I'm guessing your Paul?"

Paul nodded curtly. "Why did you bring the leech?"

Jane bared her teeth and hissed. Paul snarled back.

"Both of you shut up," Marrisa snapped, rolling her eyes.

Jane and Paul stopped, but still glared at each other.

"I understand that you imprinted on my daughter."

"Yes," Paul replied.

"Yes, what?" Marrisa asked.

Paul crossed his arms. "Yes, ma'am."

Marrisa smiled. "That's better. Now, I'm not necessarily thrilled about it. However, I'm more accepting than her father. I will allow this relationship to continue. But, Paul. I must warn you. If my daughter gets hurt because you can't control your anger, I will rip you apart slowly while your pack watches. Is that understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," Paul shuddered.

Marrisa spun on her heel, gesturing for her daughter and Jane to follow. Jane wore a smug grin on her face; she enjoyed Marrisa's threats.

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