"I spoke with the principal and the counselor," she explained casually, shrugging her shoulders as if it meant nothing. "I have more than enough credits to graduate right now if I wanted to. I am way ahead of schedule."
She spoke about leaving the Moonlit Pack, leaving him, as if it were as simple as packing a bag.
"We will see about that," he grated out, his voice cold and dangerous.
Unable to trust himself to stay there another second without doing something irreversible, he spun on his heel and stormed out of the confined space, leaving her alone in the darkness.
"Marking her doesn't sound like such a terrible idea anymore, does it?" Stand gloated triumphantly from the back of his mind.
Drake walked down the empty hallway, his blood boiling and his mind made up.
No. It didn't sound bad at all.
