ALDRIC'S POV
Right now, I should be with Breelynn. Holding her hand, walking her through the town, and introducing her to our pack members, but no. Instead, I am sitting in a hospital room, watching and waiting for Marco to wake up fully.
"I didn't know you cared so much." Marco's raspy voice annoys me, and I am itching to pick him up and physically throw him out of my territory.
"Don't flatter yourself. You're only here because Bree begged me to help you. But we both know you don't want my help." Standing up, I walk over to him. The nurses washed most of the blood off him and put him in a hospital gown.
"How is Quinn?" he had the nerve to ask. I went to her room first, and she was severely beaten. Pumped daily with wolfsbane, she had no way to heal. I read the report Bree filed when
