Marcus's POV
"Dad, that's enough! You are not going to find anything or anyone like this! And what are you even trying to do?" I asked my father, who has been standing by the pack borders every day for a pack.
"I am trying to find your so-called mate, Marcus." I sighed and rolled my eyes at his reply.
"Dad, my mate ran away when she got my scent. What made you think she would come back?"
"She will come back to claim this territory like all the other rogues did, and when she comes, I will confront her!" I sighed once again at his reply.
"Dad, she is not coming back," I said with another sigh. He can be more stubborn than a child when he wants to be.
"Why? She is your 'Mate'" He said with an annoyed look and ran a hand across my hair because I was beyond now.
"Dad, she ran away the moment she got my scent, so that means she was near our pack, and everyone knows our pack kills any rogue at sight. She's not stupid," I tried to reason with her. "So, please stop being stupid and go back to the packhouse before Mom comes out here and kicks you." I think threatening with Mom's name worked because he looks like he wants to go back.
"Fine! But I will be packed!" He left, and I rolled my eyes. Sometimes he's just an annoying old man.
I looked into the woods and decided to take a walk. I strip and let Shadow take over. It's been a long time since we have gone on a walk or run without needing to chase someone to kill, and we need that right now.