Marco’s POVAs I gathered my bearings in the dimly lit room, a sense of foreboding gripped my heart. The surroundings had transformed from the familiar space I had known before. The walls that were once adorned with ancestral symbols and ancient tapestries were now stained with blood, stretching and contorting in grotesque shapes that seemed to writhe with malevolence. The air crackled with an aura of pure evil, causing a shiver to run down my spine."What is this place?" I muttered to myself, my voice barely audible amidst the eerie silence. Fear and confusion intertwined within me, but I knew I had to stay vigilant. There was a reason I had been brought here, a purpose yet to be unveiled.As I cautiously navigated the room, my eyes darted across the macabre scene before me. Shadows danced in the corners, their flickering forms seeming to whisper secrets that eluded my comprehension. Every step I took was accompanied by the sound of my own racing heartbeat, reverberating through the

Marco’s POVScarlett took a deep breath, her voice tinged with both fear and vulnerability. "In my dream, before Swiftclaw attacked you, I saw something... something horrifying," she began, her words hesitant. "I saw our baby, Marco. I saw our unborn child being attacked, right after I had conceived it."My heart skipped a beat, a mixture of concern and anger flooding my veins. "Attacked? By whom?" I asked, my voice laced with a protective instinct.Scarlett's eyes welled up with tears as she struggled to recount the details. "I couldn't see the attacker's face clearly, but I knew it was intentional. They wanted to kill our baby, Marco. I fought back, but I wasn't fast enough. And then... then Swiftclaw stabbed you."A surge of anger and anguish coursed through me as I imagined the horror Scarlett had witnessed. I moved closer to her, gently wrapping my arms around her trembling form. "Shh, my love," I whispered, my voice filled with comfort. "I'm here now, and I won't let anything ha

Marco’s POV Sage's expression turns somber, his brows furrowing as he contemplates my question. "I'm afraid we have yet to locate Michael," he admits, his voice tinged with disappointment. "Despite our best efforts, he has proven to be elusive. But rest assured, Marco, I have assigned our best men to intensively search for him. We will not rest until he is found." A mix of frustration and concern washes over me at the mention of Michael, my once trusted friend who had turned traitor. The betrayal still stings, but the safety of our pack takes precedence. "I want every possible lead followed," I instruct, my voice firm. "We cannot allow him to remain a threat to our family. The moment we have any information, bring it to me immediately." Sage nods, his gaze unwavering. "I understand, Marco," he assures me. "We will leave no stone unturned in our search for him. It's only a matter of time before we track him down." I take a moment to collect myself, steadying my emotions. "Michael's

Scarlett’s POV Silent tears streamed down my cheeks as I sat alone in our room, the weight of the world pressing upon my shoulders. I had married Marco with dreams of a blissful life, unaware of the trials and tribulations that awaited me as a member of the Lycan royal family. The events that have unfolded since our union seem like a cruel twist of fate, and I can't help but blame myself for the misfortunes that have befallen our pack. My sobs echo softly in the quiet room as I try to make sense of it all. The sound of my own despair feels suffocating, and I long for solace amidst the chaos that has consumed my life. I clutch my swollen belly protectively, my unborn baby a beacon of hope in the midst of my turmoil. My mind races with unanswered questions. Why has my presence seemingly brought a string of tragedies to my new family? Am I truly cursed, as my racing thoughts suggest? It's a heavy burden to bear, and I struggle to find any rational explanation for the turmoil we now fac

Marco’s POVAs the echoes of warcries filled the air, my heart raced with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Without wasting another moment, I gently disentangled myself from Scarlett's embrace, my eyes still locked with hers, silently promising to return to her side as soon as I could. Her worried expression mirrored my own, and I pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before hastily stepping out of our sanctuary, determined to uncover the cause of the turmoil that now surrounded us.As I hurried through the corridors of the palace, the sense of urgency gripped me tighter with every passing step. I could hear the distant clamor of armor and the trampling of hooves growing louder. Panic rose within me, intertwining with the burning curiosity to uncover the truth.Finally, as I burst through the palace doors, the scene before me sent a shockwave through my veins. My entire army stood in formation, a sea of determined faces, their weapons glistening in the sunlight. And at the forefro