Marcellus' POV
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"What exactly would you all want to discuss with the Alpha King anyway?" He asked curiously, folding his arms in front of his chest and scanning his gaze through all their faces.
Men, women, and teenagers who probably only cared about having a stable WiFi before now. They were all banded together because of one cause.
Fear.
Marcellus could literally smell it coming off them like a miasma. People fear what they don't understand and this little mob of gathered protesters were a perfect example of that.
"Odessa Pierce or whatever she calls herself should leave our pack and go back to where she came from!" A woman standing beside the leader of the protesters yelled out angrily.
But then the leader placed his hand in front of her, signalling her to leave the talking to him.
How smart.
"We simply ask to speak to the Alpha King," Timothy remarked, tilting his head. "Or is that too much to ask, Beta?"
There it is...
