The Hunt [ Erika & Marcus ]
Marcus couldn’t remember if Erika had always been that arrogant or if it was a trait she’d acquired over time. That and stupidity. As powerful as she was, roaming around the streets like a walking vampire dinner bell, it’d only be a matter of time before she drew every single one from the hole they’d hid themselves in. Or maybe it was because she was a woman, they had the tendency to make things infinitely more difficult. They did things with too much emotion and to many feelings. The alpha had left his younger wolves with strict instructions, whether they followed them or not was up to them. And yet here Erika was, searching for one single witch like a damn needle in a haystack. On her own.
Marcus sucked his teeth, a sound of pure irritation. “Next time you’re fine, I’ll just let them take you. On account of your inability to express gratitude. Your next mess?” He shook his head, following his noise in the direction he had been going long before she’d interrupted him, “Perhaps I should tell Gerard that the witches would prefer to handle their own mistakes.” A false statement the witch probably wouldn’t have needed a wolf’s sense to know was a lie. Anyone within their inner circle knew that Marcus would jump if Gerard told him to; his devotion for the leach ran that deep.
So prim and proper as she walked, so painfully human regardless of her age. Marcus was the opposite, his movements anything but human. He walked in front of the twosome, swatting aside the dead as if they were no more than annoying gnats instead of the blood thirsty horde that they were. “I’ve picked up something,” he murmured in response to her question. Truth was, Felix seemed to be leaking magic everywhere. For a moment, Marcus’d assumed he was moving or being moved by something. Or maybe someone’s were attempting to hide him and themselves in return. No matter, Marcus still followed his nose regardless of how confused his senses were. “You positive all your witches are in hiding, love? Or have they already found your little whelp and attempting to protect him from…” He motioned towards the should-be dead.
The witch wasn’t helpless, really Marcus made it seem like she knew nothing of the danger she put herself in or that she couldn’t handle herself. She would have dispatched the vampire trailing her or the undead who came at her with nothing but words and a motion of her hand. Those dark eyes narrowed at the Alpha wolf as the lines in his shoulders gave away what he was thinking that she was weak. She was sure she had Gerard to thank for that misconception. Perhaps it was time that she displayed what she could do to the wolf, but that would probably be more dangerous than just walking. She understood that she was a giant beacon for the ravenous vampires, her blood probably called louder than most but she had to fix this. If she didn’t no one would.
“I had everything under control Marcus, but if you are really that put out by me not saying a simple thank you, I would say you are far more sensitive than I ever believed you to be.” She watched him quietly as she got her answer to finding anything. There was a string of curses that left her lips that spanned the vast amount of languages she had spoken over the last 1600 years. She crossed her arms so her hands wouldn’t ball up into fists at her sides as she thought on another way to track her lost part of her flock. She needed to get Felix and reign him in. This was getting out of hand! When the wolf spoke again her eyes turned back to him and narrowed, “Perhaps you should have more faith in my abilities, Marcus. I am not some wet behind the ears child who is just started to dabble in the craft.”
She waited for no answer but started to walk again, of course he stayed with her. She could see the beast coming out of him as they continued to search for that rogue element. Of course he swatted away the dead on his side, and she followed his lead doing the same. Though, hers didn’t need that physical contact, just a few words strung together and her hand slicing through the air. “Hmm..” Momentarily she rubbed her chin at the prospect of the witch being used and moved around, it would make tracking him hard. Of course when he accused any one of her coven to doing this she looked back up to him with a mixture of disgust and anger. “Anyone who would have had the power to do so was locked in there with me. After I left, whether your wolves allowed any to leave is another story.” She muttered about the audacity, one of her coven putting themselves at risk of being torn asunder was ludicrous! No one would do that unless they had certain safety precautions taken and no one but a necromancer could properly safeguard themselves from the dead.
She huffed then took off again, she needed this to end. She was already growing quite tired of cleaning up messes that should have never been created in the first place. The thought of having to seek Gerards forgiveness again was not something she was looking forward to.
