Chapter 45. On Rocks

We stopped by the apartment and I changed into comfortable clothes. I wanted so see Aunt Olga too. Marcel tried to make me stay so I could rest but there was no stopping me. We got into his Porsche and drove towards her house. It made me feel good that there was another place Marcel and I could go where we were in a relationship other than our home.

The drive was silent but his hand never left mine. I stole little glances his way and smiled at how serious he could be sometimes.

His phone rang with a call from Loki.

“What’s up, Loki?”

“Trouble at the pack house. You gotta get here quick.”

“Is it that important?”

“You’ve got no idea.” Loki killed the call without another word.

Marcel made a sharp turn and drove in the direction of the pack house.

“This shouldn’t take long, Kitten. I bet it’s not so bad, Loki just likes to vex me.”

He took my hand again and squeezed it. The front yard was pull of people yelling and raisin