Marcus's POV
My legs feel like jelly as I stumble down the corridor, one hand pressed against the wall for support. The wolfsbane is still f*****g with my system, making everything spin just enough to piss me off. Three hours since Elena gave me the all-clear, but my body's still acting like I got hit by a truck.
"Get it together, Marcus," I mutter, forcing myself to walk straight. "Can't look weak now."
The pack house buzzes with tense energy. People rushing back and forth, voices sharp with worry. Everyone's on edge after the poisoning, and honestly? They should be. We got played hard.
Derek's voice booms from the security office as I approach. "I need eyes on every entrance, every blind spot covered. No one gets in or out without authorization."
"Sir?" I knock on the doorframe, try
