Chapter 23: Photo From Isabel
(Marcus's POV)
The dim lighting of Daniel’s upscale bar danced on the amber liquid in my glass as I leaned back in my chair.
The place was lively, filled with Crimson Moon warriors and other allied wolves celebrating recent victories or impending alliances. Daniel, sprawled across the seat opposite me, grinned, a mischievous twinkle lighting his amber eyes.
"You’re unusually quiet tonight, Marcus," he teased, swirling his drink casually. "Let me guess—your mind’s somewhere else? Or rather, someone else?"
I gave him a flat look, my hand tightening slightly on the glass. "It’s called focus, Daniel. You should try it sometime."
He laughed, leaning closer. "Oh, I’m focused. Focused on the fact that the mighty Marcus Black is finally predictable. Whate
