Marcus’s POV
The small dark room stank of sweat and old blood. I was tied up, my hands numb from the tight ropes biting into my wrists. My whole body ached from days of being locked up by these dirty rogues.
But today… today I wasn’t going to sit still anymore.
I struggled against the ropes, pulling hard, feeling the skin on my wrists burn. I gritted my teeth. I had to get out of here. I needed to find a way to escape and get back to the pack before it was too late.
As I fought the ropes, I heard footsteps coming closer. Two rogues entered, laughing and pushing each other around like fools.
An idea flashed in my mind.
I straightened up and forced a smile, even though my whole body screamed in pain.
"Hey," I called out to them, my voice hoarse. "Hey, you two."
They looked at me, sus
