Marcus's POV
We arrived at the designated location, a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of our territory. The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Beta's eyes darted nervously around the area, his gaze lingering on every shadow. I could sense his unease, his fear of being discovered.
Elara was already tied up, her wrists and ankles bound by thick ropes. She glared at us, her eyes blazing with defiance. I felt a pang of guilt, but I pushed it aside. This was necessary. Beta shifted uncomfortably beside me, his eyes fixed on Elara's bound form. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to be a part of this. But he knew it was necessary, knew that Elara posed a threat to our plans.
"Let's get this over with," I growled, my voice low. Beta nodded, his eyes still dartin
