Kelsey's POV
At that moment, Marcus was carrying me in his arms. The scent of fir and cedar from his body surrounded me like a warm fire in the dead of winter.
Despite the inherent pressure of an Alpha, it strangely warmed me through and through.
I could feel the tension in his arm muscles, the faint bluish hue of his knuckles betraying the lupine strength that made his hold on me remarkably steady. Not a flicker of unsteadiness marred his stride.
In my drowsy state, I vaguely sensed a strange force stirring within me—a dormant instinct awakening.
It felt as though tiny electric currents were skittering beneath my skin, and the back of my neck was oddly warm, as if something were pushing to break through.
"You're still running a fever," he murmured, his voice deep.
He shrugged off h
