Elena’s POV
"You think this plan is absurd?" Marcus’s voice carried that familiar edge of authority.
"I think you’re about to sign everyone’s death warrant," I replied, not backing down from his intense stare. "An empty town screams conspiracy. But people going about their daily routines? That looks normal. Just make damn sure nobody shifts where prying eyes can see. Save it for the forest cover."
His jaw tightened. "Nobody asked for your strategic input."
"Marcus." I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a deadly calm. "You can destroy this entire pack for all I care. There’s exactly one person here who matters to me. Everyone else? They mean nothing."
The words hit their mark. Marcus’s eyes flashed with something between rage and hurt as he moved toward me with predatory grace. Damien’s warning growl rumbled through the room, but I pressed my hand against his arm, silently telling him to stand down. Marcus might be many things, but he wouldn’t physically harm me. Not with Damien watching.
Marcus’s fingers moved with deliberate slowness, brushing my hair back from both sides of my neck. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, until his eyes found what he was looking for. The mating mark. Then his gaze shifted to Damien’s neck, finding the matching symbol there.
"So, you two are mates," Marcus said, his voice hollow with realization.
"We’re second chance mates," Damien stepped forward, his presence commanding. "We were drawn to each other from that first night. Even while she was still bound to you. The same night you struck her for simply speaking with me."
"She belonged to me," Marcus’s defense sounded weak even to his own ears. "You were moving in on my territory."
"We had a conversation," Damien’s tone turned dangerous. "Nothing more."


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