Marcellus' POV
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While Kaelos and Odessa were having a battle for the ages, back in the Blood Oak pack, Marcellus was reeling.
He had killed Elder Davina the previous night... But at a cost he didn't realise was great until he got back to his residence.
"What do you mean she branded my soul?" Marcellus growled at Cullen, buttoning his shirt back up. "Are you sure you even used any magic in inspecting me or were you too busy staring at my abs?"
Cullen rolled his eyes, stepping back from Marcellus and shrugging. "Take it or leave it then. But I'm telling you... That moonstone explosion left traces of its energy on you. I'm not sure what it is but it's etched into your being like a leech."
Marcellus' forehead dripped with cold sweat as he leaned back against his sofa in the living room where he and Cullen were having the session.
He rubbed his hand down his forehead, letting out a scoff.
That old bitch!
