Chapter 65: _Mere Livestock

Chapter 65: _Mere Livestock (Warning: Violence and slightly graphic scene ahead) Marcellus’ POV ***** "You have such a lovely house, Beta." The pack doctor remarked when they walked into the living room of Marcellus’ residence. The latter glanced at the doctor who looked to be in his early thirties but had a spirit that made him similar to an impressionable child. People like that either had strong wills... Or fragile minds, easy for him to manipulate. "You flatter me, mister..." Marcellus said with a wry smile plastered on his face as he ’struggled’ to head to one of the couches. The pack doctor helped him sit down, patient and seemingly kind. Too bad... Marcellus still had to kill him. However, on their way here, he had thought of a better idea that was sure to keep the ritual holding his transformation replenished for a while. "You can call me, Abel, sir." The pack doctor said after successfully aiding Marcellus to sit, bowing slightly in front of him soon after. A smirk curled up the corner of Marcellus’ lips as he scrutinized the doctor. He wasn’t bad when it came to looks... But Marcellus couldn’t care less about that. What mattered to him the most was his thriving life force, which he could feel by just staring at him. His pal Abel here seemed to possess such a strong life force, usually seen mostly in soldiers. It would be a shame to waste such a perfect life force... Right? Anyway, Abel ignored Marcellus’ gaze, even though he was obviously acting awkward about it, and stepped forward with his medical equipment. "Sir, your suit." The doctor cleared his throat and said, gesturing at Marcellus’ suit. Marcellus smirked before he turned around and took off his suit and then the shirt underneath it, leaving him bare-chested. He left his back exposed to the pack doctor, letting him inspect it properly as he had said earlier. "Fascinating..." The pack doctor whispered as his fingers examined the wound on his back. "T– The wound from the arrow is already covering up at a remarkable speed. I thought it would take at least two hours or more for it to show any signs of healing." Marcellus’ expression was plain as he raised his head, staring at the stairs at the end of his living room that led upstairs. There, he spotted Cullen who had a curious expression on his face. Marcellus decided to establish a mind link with his assistant using his magic. ’Well? What’s the update? Did Regina successfully escape the pack?’ Marcellus asked Cullen mentally once the mind link was established. The latter nodded before responding mentally. ’Yeah, I saw the bitch leave before I got here. But a quick question... What’s that fine specimen doing here? It’s been a while since you swung that way and–’ ’Be quiet before I make you eat your thoughts, boy.’ Marcellus sneered mentally, causing Cullen to chuckle to his satisfaction. Just then, the pack doctor paused his observation of Marcellus’ back. He had heard Cullen’s chuckle and brought his gaze to the lad who had a smirk on his face. "Oh... Good evening." The pack doctor muttered politely but Cullen didn’t respond to him, instead walking slowly down the stairs. ’Let me guess. He’s a potential source for nourishment?’ Cullen remarked in Marcellus’ mind, his gaze scanning the pack doctor. ’Not bad. Do you plan on making the kill bloody? Knowing you, I have a feeling that’s the case.’ Marcellus scoffed when he heard Cullen’s words. The lad knew him all too well. Marcellus would rather prefer to watch his victims fighting for their lives, struggling to hold on to their life force with each blow. He was at his residence, basically his territory. Satisfying his fantasies would be much easier here as long as he was calculative about it. "Do you have any family, Abel?" Marcellus suddenly asked, standing up gently. His gaze was on the pack doctor, who seemed confused, his eyelids blinking as he glanced first at Cullen, who stood silently behind Marcellus, before bringing his gaze back to the latter. "Y– Yes, sir." He answered. "Just my wife. My parents are in the neighboring Silver Moon pack. But why do you ask?" Marcellus smirked, slowly placing his right hand on Abel’s shoulder. The man’s eyes wavered with uncertainty, his breathing spiking up. "In that case, this is going to be more enjoyable. For me, of course." He said coldly before he tightened his grip on Abel’s shoulder. Before the poor pack doctor knew what was happening, Marcellus utilized nothing but his wolf strength to shove him forward, sending him flying until he crashed into the wall behind. The pack doctor fell weakly to the ground like a rag doll and groaned in pain, causing Marcellus to tilt his head. He studied every movement, every twitch of the poor man’s muscles and he took it in. "B– Beta Marcellus..." The pack doctor stuttered with disbelief and fear as he slowly raised his head to stare at him. But Marcellus ignored that and strutted slowly toward the man; each step he took was a calculated move to send more and more delicious fear into the pack doctor’s heart. "What? Are you surprised that I was able to do that? Or confused why I seem like I want to kill you?" Marcellus asked as he got in front of the man. Without any warning, he grabbed the man’s neck with his right hand and raised him up, his eyes glinting with a cold light as he did. He could already feel the sweet sensation of the man’s life force coursing through his veins as blood and couldn’t wait to begin draining it. Anyway, as the pack doctor wrapped his hands on Marcellus’ arm, trying to release himself from his grip, the latter slowly brought his mouth to his ears and whispered. "The truth is, I don’t care. I don’t feel even an ounce of sympathy or pity for you. To me, all you are is a means to an end. You’re merely livestock meant to keep my transformation stable." Each word he said was meant to weaken the man’s will until the despair would start sipping into his heart. And from the despondent look in his eyes, it seemed to be working. "Now, for my first course of action with you..." Marcellus mumbled before he brought out his free left hand. His claws came out, allowing him to leave a ghastly gash on the pack doctor’s stomach with one swipe and causing him to squirm before screaming in agony. Marcellus didn’t stop there and twisted his fingers and claws on the pack doctor’s stomach, causing blood to gush out like a fountain and spray all over Marcellus’ bare chest. Marcellus grinned as his gaze scrutinized the injury he had inflicted on the pack doctor’s stomach. The gash was so deep that he could see his guts, including his intestines that looked like bloody sausages. "Oh la la..." He breathed out satisfactorily as he felt the influx of life force sipping into his body. "Hell, I want more! And that’s where your lovely wife comes in." Marcellus watched as the pack doctor shook his head weakly while he shoved his bloody hand into his pocket and brought out his phone. Luckily, it wasn’t locked, allowing Marcellus to scroll through it easily before finding the wife’s contact. It was saved as ’The Air I breathe’. "How ironic..." Marcellus chuckled to himself as he clicked on the contact to call the number.