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“What the hell! What happened to my car!” Marcus shrieks, rushing over to his beloved car. He just bought it a week ago, having liked mine so much. I press my lips in a line, glancing around for any culprits, and spot the library’s security cameras that point at the parking lot.
“Alphahole?” Marcus says, and I walk over to the front of his car. “They've mistaken me for you. Which bastard would do this?” he growls angrily.
“They removed your tire valves too,” I point out, gesturing to his flattened tires. He starts shaking, fur sprouting along his arms in his anger. He spent all day yesterday polishing and cleaning it, and even made me take my shoes off before I got in it this morning.
“When I catch this fucker…” he seethes.
“Well, you’re in luck,” I tell him, pointing to the cameras and cutting him off. He smiles, rubbing his hands together.
“Their asses are mine,” he growls, stomping toward the library entrance again. Heads will roll when he catches them. Unless…
I suddenly have a sneaking suspicion that Everly's name is all over this. No one else would dare touch anything belonging to me. I smile at her tenacity to try to get revenge. Chuckling to myself, I follow Marcus—I may have to stop the riot he will no doubt cause in his wrath.
The woman at the counter smiles when we return, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
“You’re back, Alpha, Beta. What can I help you with this time?” She smiles pleasantly.
“I need to see your security footage,” Marcus all but growls. The woman startles, shrinking in her seat. I grip his shoulder, tugging him away as his aura rushes out; a few people glance at us nervously.
“May we look at the security footage, please, Agatha? Someone has trashed his car out the front.”
“Certainly, Alpha, right this way,” she says, jumping down from her seat and disappearing behind the counter. I lean over to look at her—her head barely comes to the top of her desk. How in the world does she climb onto that stool? She's so short, she's probably barely taller than a child, and a small one at that.
Marcus glares around at the people, looking for the assailant. I chuckle, shaking my head as I nudge him toward Agatha, who walks out from behind the counter.
“Holy shit, you’re short,” he says as though he doesn’t realize he spoke his thoughts out loud. Agatha glares and I elbow him.
“What? She is! She's the perfect height for–”
“Zip it,” I tell him. There's no telling what kind of trouble Marcus would get himself into when he's angry like this.
“Well, she is,” he mutters, following her. She leads us to the back of the library and unlocks a door before pushing it open for us. She glares at Marcus, who pretends not to see as he walks in.
“I will be at my desk if you need help; the password is 'Redmoon',” she says before sticking her nose up like it will make her taller and walking away.
“Bet her wolf looks like a chihuahua,” Marcus laughs before walking over to the laptop. He types in the password, then begins flicking through the files to find the parking lot video. After pulling up today’s date, he starts rewinding. The security footage isn’t the best.
He stops it at the point we pulled into the lot. I watch our blurry figures walk into the library and about five minutes later, a little yellow Volkswagen pulls in beside his car.
I instantly recognize not only the car, but the blue uniform Zoe has on and the black one Everly always wears.
“Their faces are too fuzzy. Does it zoom in?” Marcus growls, hitting the button a little too hard.
“No need, I know who they are,” I tell him with a laugh.
“Who? Take me to them. I'll smack them into next week.”
“Woah, Rocky, settle down. You really want to beat on a girl?”
“How do you know it’s a girl? That could be anyone,” he says, squinting at the blurry figures on the screen.
“One, because I know the car; two, I recognize the uniforms.”
Marcus turns in his seat to look at me.
“It’s my mate and her friend she lives with. She saw my car the other day. I bet she thought your car was mine,” I chuckle.
“Your bond trashed my car?” he snaps, glaring at the screen.
