Marcus POV
I have lost all track of time in this dump, I have no idea how long it’s been since Alicia came down here and have no idea if or when she’ll be back.
Sitting is not something that is in my DNA. My wolf is still distant and it is becoming more and more concerning. The only thought I have is that I’m being drugged in the small amount of food or drink that I’m being given. I have tried refraining from consuming it but that didn’t last very long.
I have been planning and planning since that’s the only thing I can do. So far I have the makings of a scheme however it is rather dependant on the assistance of other individuals who so far have been silent. Thus more planning is needed but luckily I seem to have time.
I’m beginning to feel the pull of my midday nap, great more anae
