DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING
sorry about the short chapters but I thought it was the best way to break up the different POVs
Will contain spoilers for both series so make sure to read the Mercy books through Silence Fallen and the Monster Hunter books through MH Nemesis if you don't want any spoilers (mostly Monster Hunter Alpha is what you need to worry about)
Montana was too cold. I had been on a tropical island for two weeks; this place had snow on the ground already. Not a lot, but it was snow. I was outside this Marrok man's house. A cigarette hanging out of my mouth, I knocked on the door. A female wolf answered it, smelling jealous and disdainful and angry. She jerked her hand behind her. "He's back there," she half-hissed. I ignored her tone and scent and walked past her, to the hallway she had indicated, and saw him in a study. I sized him up. Average height, average build, unremarkable. Except for the anger radiating off of him; you could feel it without a werewolf's senses. And he had an air of intelligence and power, barely perceptible. He was subtle. I knocked on the door. He had apparently been waiting, because instantly he said, "Come in, Raymond." How the hell did he know my birth name? I entered the Marrok looked very young. He was leaning against the desk, arms crossed. I met his eyes and held them. We stood there like that for a moment, and then I spoke, not breaking the stare. "I swore to my daddy that I would hunt monsters to the end. I find myself surrounded by them." A sort of grave amusement was in his scent now, and as he said, "Monsters, are we? You are quick to judge. Not all werewolves are monsters. Oh, I am not saying we cannot be evil or bad," the Marrok said to my skepticism, "But the vast majority of us strive for the safety of our kind and that means no hurting humans unless they wish to attempt the Change. Your 'monster hunters' kill only rogues. Most of us stay hidden except for here. My laws prohibit anything but that," The Marrok continued. "My name is Bran Cornick. As you know, I am the Marrok. The ruler of all the werewolves in North America. The Alpha of Alphas, if you please. Alpha of you." He put an emphasis on the 'you', growling it. "Like hell you are." His eyes were gold, and I knew mine were too. We still had not broken eye contact. Cornick growled. "I. Have. No. Alpha." I growled at him. "I never will. You hear me? I. Will. Never. Have. An. Alpha." Cornick had not so much as blinked, but neither had I. "We will speak more tomorrow morning," he said. It was a dismissal. I stared into his golden eyes a few moments longer, to be clear I was not under his command, then turned and left, saying nothing.