"Sir!" A guard called, hurriedly walking towards Marcos. His back was stiff and a frown was on his face.

He took several gulps with fear in him as he neared him.

Marcos smelt the fear that radiated from this guard, and he felt his wolf swell with pride. A smirk danced on his thin lips as he watched the guard fidget.

The guard's pace slowed, and Marcos' frown turned into a glare.

"Faster!" He growled, his eyes flashing a menacing red.

The guard jumped physically, his pace quickened as he came to a halt in front of Marcos, his back bent forward in total obedience.

"Alpha."

Marcos felt his left...