Marcus’s POV
Days passed.
Every morning I forced myself to stand, to walk, to move through the pain.
I wasn't going to lay down and heal like a broken dog. I needed my strength back, fast.
Darren worked in the shadows while I recovered. He whispered my name to old contacts, to rogues who had once ruled the streets before Dominic’s pack wiped them out.
To traitors who still wanted revenge.
To outcasts with nothing left to lose.
One night, Darren came into the farmhouse while I was practicing my steps, balancing myself again.
"They're ready," he said simply.
I turned to him slowly, feeling the old fire burn hotter in my blood.
"Who?" I asked.
"Old faces," he said with a grin. "Rex, Juno, and a few others. They’re waiting for your word. They want payback too."
I smiled, cold and s
