Big Bad Wolfie

41) She Gets Around

•••Jason's POV•••

  She did.

  I saw red.

  I'm going to kill her.

  I had to hold myself back from doing, I don't even know what, when her colorful hair filled head popped out of the van.

  "Maria," I gritted.

  She just smiled back at me.

  Zach turned to face us. "Oh s**t," he laughed once he saw her.

  I glared at him.

  He cleared his throat, "I mean, what are you doing here, Maria?"

  She beamed at him now, "Helping."

  I shook my head, "Oh, you —"

  "Great!" Someone from Night Hound cut me off. "Someone who knows her way around the city."

  I looked to him then back to her, "Why do you know your way around these parts?"

  She shrugged, refusing to make eye contact with me, "I get around."

  "Maria, the only things in this city are pack-less crooks. What are you —"

  I was cut off, yet again, by Maria clapping her hands, "So, what's the plan," she smiled.

I swear to the goddess, if someone interrupts me one more time I am going to lose my s**t.

  I couldn't respond, I was so focused on not tearing someone's head off. All I could do was stand and glare daggers at her.

With my fists clenched painfully tight, I tried to breathe.

  In and out.

  F**k, this isn't helping.

***Maria's POV***

  Wolfie just stood there glaring holes into my head.

  After a few seconds he inhaled to say something else, but I put my finger up, "If you don't blow up about this I'll consider it your apology for what you did," I told him blankly, all jokes aside.

He paused, and I could hear his teeth grinding.

". . . I already apologized," he finally gritted out.

I shook my head, "You didn't even look me in the eye to do it," I told him.

This was probably a weird sight for everyone else around.

I hardly demand apologies for even the worst of things, and you're lucky to catch me "serious" maybe once in a blue moon.

Unless you're Rose or Brandon or Doc or Marco the trainer, or. . . Well, I guess that's it.

Four's a pretty good number of shoulders to cry on though, I guess.

". . . D@mn. . . What the f**k did you do, man," The beta from Night Hound pack, Stephan, chuckled after a moment of silence.

  This made me smile a bit.

  I'm quite fond of this guy. He's on the younger side, in his early twenties. He approaches things similarly to me. He's all about cracking jokes. Never a dull moment with him around, that's for sure.