Periculum

3.

"Do you know anything of the Merrick wolf pack?" I asked my tutor the next day and she stopped, staring at me and raising an eyebrow,

"Why?" She asked and I shrugged,

"Just...figured if I'm going to take over for my father one day I should learn the different packs in the area"

Millie raised her eyebrow higher but sighed and crossed her arms, tapping a finger against her chin in thought.

"Merrick...Merrick, Merrick...oh! I know them"

I sat up more, urging her to continue and she did,

"Well...they're an old pack...not quite as old as the Walsh's so they have Lupa's gift but old enough that they've made a name for themselves"

"What name is that?"

"Feral monsters"

If my heart could have stopped, if my blood could have gotten any colder, it would have of. Millie just continued,

"Long ago, there was a Merrick named Gera. She was kind and loving however came into the distaste of a local warlock who cursed her and her bloodline. Now? Every Merrick is feral"

"What...what does feral mean?" I asked hesitantly and Millie sighed,

"It means they're an uncontrollable monster, they'll tear, rip and shred anything and anyone...well, that's not entirely true, many people believe a feral can be tamed by those they truly care for such as pups or a mate...does that satisfy you?".

I bit my lip, unable to respond but I nodded slowly and Millie nodded curtly, going back to talking about mathematics and I stared at my papers.

Mateo hadn't seemed like an 'uncontrollable monster', he had seemed like a gentleman...maybe he had managed to avoid his families curse?

All I knew was, I needed to find Mateo again.