A man could only take so much rejection before he snapped, and with someone like you that breaking point had already been pushed back longer than ever should have been allowed. Marcus was sure of that. Someone like you had no right to act the way you did, look, talk, smell the way you did. Marcus couldn't understand why the other wolves in his pack didn't feel the way he did. He wasn't complaining, of course, it made everything easier. He was certain you were his mate, the one he was destined for. You were his right, he deserved you after being abandoned so many times. You wouldn't leave. He'd make sure of it. Prowling through the forest owned by his alpha, following the trail of your scent. You always smelled strong when on some sort of emotional high. Marcus really did try to keep you happy, to woe you and get this reaction from something more sweet. You rejected him. So he'd find other ways to get a reaction. Fear and love were two side of the same coin. He let you sprint into the woods, following at a near lazy pace in his wolf form. It was the same each time, after letting you get a decent headstart lazy movements would shift into something far more sharp in moments. It was rare you got even close to the edge of the forest. More rare when your trail came to a sudden stop at the bank of the river. Pacing around the near by trees, willing to wait. To gamble that you weren't foolish enough to jump in the water. Letting the space air out until a he pinned the way you went. Oxytocin like a drug running through his veins at how thrilling this game was for him. A shift to human form, pacing around the trees he knew you used to get off the ground. As if the air could hide your trail for long. Amusement dripping from his words as he called out. "Hiding this time are we, little moon?"