34 - An Aching Heart

The keys to her room in hand, Belinda walked up the stairs of the motel she'd been staying at for the past week. In her opinion, the meeting with the Luna of the San Francisco Pack had gone pretty well. Despite still feeling skeptical, Mary had been more open to the idea of going against the Chicago Pack by the end of the encounter. She'd asked for time to consult her husband and father, promising to call in a week's time. Belinda would have preferred an answer immediately, but she could wait. It just meant more time at this crappy motel. She could manage that; the place was cheap.

On stepping onto the second floor, Belinda spotted the last person she'd expected to see leaning on her room's door. Marcus straightened up on noticing her, his fist fixed in his jeans pocket.

"Madam. You've finally arrived." He sarcastically bowed his head.

Belinda was not in the mood for jokes, however. "How did you find me?" She snapped at him.

Marcus gingerly lifted an eyebrow. "Do you really