**Marcus POV.** It was a night of bliss, the kind I'd dreamed of for five long years. Cassandra lay in my bed, and a wave of relief washed over me. I shut my eyes tightly, savoring the moment, but the feeling of a stranger's presence jolted me back to reality. My grip tightened, the wolf within me ready to break free. Then I heard her voice, calm yet questioning.“Marcus, did you hear that sound?” Her words stirred me, but I remained composed as I gently stroked her hair. “No, Cassie, it’s nothing. Go back to sleep,” I replied firmly, then rose from the bed and made my way toward the hallway. As I headed for the living room, the unmistakable sound of a wolf howling echoed in the distance. “ Hello Marcus,” I heard Persian calling out to me; a smirk appeared on my lips as I swerved towards him. “ It seems Bernard sent you to do his dirty jobs as usual,” I whispered, glancing across the living room; I became alert by his presence. “ He sent me to deliver your head to him” Per
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