#Chapter 87: The Fire

As the movie credits roll, Marcus reluctantly heaves himself up off the couch and takes the empty wine bottle to the recycling bin. I follow, yawning, with our empty wine glasses. "Well, I suppose I should get back to my own rooms," Marcus says, lingering in the kitchenette. "It would be the scandal of the century if I was to be found leaving here in the morning." "You'd think werewolf etiquette would be a little more caught up in the 21st century," I say, not wanting him to go, either. "Oh, we get up to plenty of mischief, don't get me wrong," Marcus grins wickedly. "I mean, how do you think Daisy got pregnant before her wedding?" "Well, that's a good point." "But we can't do it in the Alpha's mansion, right under official noses," he continues. "We have to at least pretend to abide by the rules. Daisy didn't get in trouble for her pregnancy because the conception took place at some society party. If she'd been fooling around here, my father would have been pissed." I