My True Pack.

Chapter 9

Thomas's Point of View.

"Look, I think we can make it without Mitch Rapp appearing, don't you think?" I chuckled nervously at the glares around me.

Mark saw me concerned about the looks and cleared his throat. "You didn't tell them, did you?"

I shook my head. "All they knew was about me and um, working for W.I.C.K.E.D, that's all."

He gave a nervous laugh. "Oh, um, um, yeah! He worked for W.I.C.K.E.D and me. There's only two founders. Me and Ava Paige, no one else."

Minho scoffed. "If you think we're that dumb, shank, you better have an explanation."

Then Scott coughed. "Can you tell me what's going on here? Who are they?"

I glared at him. "I don't own you any explanation. You and all of your doggies."

His eyes flashed red. "They're my pack. Not my doggies."

I scoffed. "Do I seem like I care about how you named your doggies?"

Jorge's gun made a 'click'. A warning to him. "Think again, muchacho." He said sorrowful.

Scott glared at me and sat down on the floor. "Who's this?"

Brenda looked at me. "This is the only time I will agree with Wolfie, who's he?"

Suddenly, Mark got all their attention. He got comfy on the couch and smiled. "My name is Mark Winston. One of the few persons to survive the first Flares."

Minho rolled his eyes. "And my name's Minho. We don't care about that, tell us who are you?"

Mark gave a small laugh. "We all have names, don't we? We all need to start somewhere."

Scott growled. "You remind me of Peter."

Mark furrowed his eyebrows. "Peter Hale? The coma guy?" He chuckled. "I ain't like him."

Scott was taken back. "How did you know?"

Mark barked a laugh. "You don't think that I would come here without any backstories, do you?"

Jorge's gun was pointed at Mark's head. "Who are you really?"

Mark didn't seem to mind the gun pointed at his head. "My story? It's quite complicated. But if you will, I can make it less complicated."

I looked at Mark. "You're telling them, aren't you?"

He smiled at me. "We'll need to. Most of what's going to happen next will be because of us. The damn Maze coming and biting us in the ass."

I glared at him. "They'll hate me."

He looked at them and then me. He gave a shrug. "And? Every damn person in the world would hate you for what you'd done."

I looked at him. "Me? For what I did? If you don't remember, there was three founders! Three! And if I remember well, you were one of them!"

He rolled his eyes amused. "Really? I remember you being the asshole."

"I made the Maze and gave the idea of taking the young but you were the one that took their memories, gave them the chip and controlled their brain activity! I only did what I thought was right back then!"

He smiled at me. "W.I.C.K.E.D is good."

I nodded. "Yeah. Back then it seemed like it."

Mark sighed. "Gosh, Thomas. Four years ago we would had done anything for W.I.C.K.E.D and would betray anyone. Now, now I want to kick Janson's ass so hard, he will klunk blood."