Reap The Whirlwind

After Cally left, Marcus hurried to his office. Realizing the meaning behind her words, he quickly initiated a video call to his Father. After a few rings the call connected and the Clan leader of the Black family came into view. "Marcus. What have you heard?"

Staring at his Father Marcus acknowledged a tiny weight being lifted from his heart. His Father seemed fine just perhaps exhausted? "Father, I was told I needed to call you. It was intimated that there was a problem with the Black family. What's happening?"

Ferric Black stared at his son before looking away. He sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair. Without turning back to meet his eyes he spoke as he looked off into the distance. "Your brother, Maximus, has gone mad. His mate was killed in an auto accident. It damn near took her head off completely. Max... Max killed the lorry driver, then went for his family. After that he seems to have run into the desert."

Marcus was stunned. His eldest brother was older by a couple hundred years, he had established his own pack as is the right of an Alpha. Losing a mate was like losing a piece of your soul. "What have you done so far?" His Father was in England. Maximus was in the middle -east. But as the father of Maximus and Clan leader he would have known almost immediately when his child went berserk.

At Marcus' words the much older wolf almost seemed to shrink a little. "We are sending all of Max's male pack members in pursuit. We are preparing two teams that will leave from here within the hour. I am of course going since I have the best chance of tracking him."

Marcus leaned back in his chair as if to distance himself from his Father's words. His Dad was old, 5 to 6 hundred years old. To kill his own son might be enough to drive him into insanity also. His Father looked defeated and it was enough to hurt his heart. Making a command decision Marcus said, "Dad, call them all off. Pull everyone back. Max is one of the strongest of us if not the strongest. The..." Marcus stopped and closed his eyes for a few seconds. "The Wotan is going. She already knows and is leaving straight away." His woman, his dream who excepted all of him, his silly, bright beautiful woman was going.

The Black Family leader had of course met The Wotan. He knew who and what she was. He was with her when she took out the The Beast of Gévaudan in 1767. He had been tracking that madman for months without success. Finally they found him over one of his kills and attacked. The Beast of Gévaudan was too strong, too powerful. If the Wotan at that time had not arrived in the nick of time he, himself would have been ripped apart. He saw her fight from his bloodied eyes. She was a whirlwind. The Black Family Head's hands that were clenched slowly released. He turned to look Marcus in the eyes again, "This is good then. This is fine. I will call everyone back. Maximus has sowed the wind and shall reap the whirlwind."