Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
The Scientist - Cold Play
Sign of the Times - Harry Styles
Wherever you will go - The Calling
Pain - Three Days Grace
Chapter 37
Marcus
OnmyflighttoReno, I reviewed Deacon's list of critical people: who would be good to work with, who to avoid, places to go for a great burger, and the best area to run my wolf. He did his best to ensure I had everything I needed to get off on the right foot.
From the information he had given, I would be staying in the pack house for the duration of my time there, and I needed to have some of my things sent up from Vegas since I was no longer heading to the Providence Pack for my training.
After landing, I grab my bag and head toward passenger pickup. Before I left, Deacon warned me that I would likely not have anyone there to pick me up, so I planned on catching a taxi to the address. To my surprise, Luca is waiting near the exit, complete with a paper sign that reads ‘Stone.’
He waves as I approach him.
“Hey! I'm sorry I didn’t have time to get a suit with one of those little hats,” he says, his face jovial.
“And here I thought I was getting the VIP treatment. No suit? No little hat? Basically traveling like one of those peasants,” I say, throwing on an accent to make myself sound put out.
“Our humblest apologies, my lord,” he continues, dropping into a w. The crowd around us begins to take notice of the exchange, and we play our parts.
“I guess it will have to suffice. Next time, I expect a better processional,” I finish, sticking my nose in the air, arrogance wafting from me before proceeding to the exit.
As soon as I’m outside, I can’t help but laugh. Luca joins in as we head to his truck. Getting along with Luca is easy, and it makes me think I might be able to make it through my time here without issue.
I launch my bag into the bed and hop in the passenger seat, buckling in as I wait for him to start the engine.
“I’m sure my brother told you what he could about our pack. It’s not all as bad as I’m sure he made it out to be. My father just has a particular vision for leading the pack that Deacon has never shared. Those two are oil and water. Things will be different when I step in,” he says with an apology in his voice.
“He just mentioned things were tense between them, not really specifics. He told me to stick close to you and Frank. That you two would teach me what I would need to ascend in my pack.” I respond, not trying to give too much away, but seeing that he was opening up, I didn’t want to seem closed off to the friendship he was offering.
“Planning to take the Vegas Pack over?” he asks, an eyebrow raised.