Marcus’s POV
I pushed past him and strode into the building.
Elena’s scent hit me like a punch to the gut. Strong and unmistakable.
I tracked it down the stairwell, my wolf clawing at my insides with each step deeper underground. The basement level reeked of fear and gunpowder. My heart hammered against my ribs when I spotted them at the end of the hallway.
Blackwood stood there like he owned the world, his gun pressed against Elena’s temple. Another Hunter lurked behind him, weapon ready. I shifted back to human form, every muscle in my body coiled tight.
"You okay, baby?" My voice came out rougher than I intended.
"Never been better." Elena’s tone was steady, but I caught the slight tremor underneath.
"You picked the wrong army base to mess with." Blackwood’s finger twitched on the trigger.
"No. You picked the wrong werewolves to screw over. And you definitely stole the wrong woman." The words came out as a growl.
"Really? Because she’s been incredibly useful to us." Blackwood pressed the barrel harder against her skull.
Elena let out a bitter laugh. "Useful? I’ve been on exactly two missions. One was designed to mess with Marcus’s head, and the other involved some pathetic abandoned pack."
Blackwood’s jaw clenched as he dug the gun deeper into her skin.
"Elena. Maybe don’t antagonize the psychopath with a gun to your head." I took a careful step forward.
"Why not? He doesn’t have the spine to pull that trigger. That’s exactly why he sends kids to do his dirty work for him." Her voice dripped with contempt.
"Don’t test me, bitch. You’ve been nothing but a thorn in our side since you decided to play hero and save Marcus’s worthless life." Blackwood’s knuckles went white around the weapon.
"So that’s what this is really about? You’re throwing a tantrum because I wouldn’t let you murder Marcus?" Elena’s eyes blazed with fury.
"What else would it be? We had everything lined up perfectly. Every last werewolf was going to be eliminated because of him. Then you had to waltz back in and ruin years of careful planning." Blackwood’s mask finally slipped, revealing the hatred beneath. "Do you have any clue how long it took us to get those disgusting creatures to cooperate?"
Elena’s face went pale with shock and disgust. Her gaze found mine, wide with disbelief.
The pieces clicked together like a puzzle from hell. These bastards had been working with those monsters, using them to slaughter my people. They’d only changed tactics when Elena resurfaced, because she was their real prize. That’s when they must have betrayed the Hunters.

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