Marcus POV
I stormed out of the dining hall, reeling with the revelation that Bea was from the witch clan. I couldn't believe it. How could she keep this from me? Why would she keep this secret?
As I walked, I could feel my wolf pacing beneath my skin, urging me to go after Bea and protect her. But I knew I had to get to the bottom of what was happening first.
I found myself in front of the pack's medicine den, where Dwayne awaited me. He looked tired and worried.
"What's going on, Dwayne?" I growled, my frustration boiling over.
"It's not good, Marcus," he said, his voice low and serious. "Lila's injuries are... unusual. The magic used on her is strong, and we're unsure how to counteract it."
I felt angry at the thought of someone using magic on my sister. "Who did this?" I demand
