Cora stirred faintly within me, her reaction softer now. Despite the ache of my dissolving bond with Asher, she seemed calmer, even comfortable, in this shared moment.
“Did you swap our cuts of venison?” I asked lightly, breaking the silence.
For a brief second, Marcus seemed almost caught off guard, which made his normally composed exterior c***k, if only slightly. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with a tone far too innocent to be true.
I laughed for the first time in what felt like days. The sound surprised even me.
From there, our conversation grew more natural. We talked about the different hunting traditions of the Shadow Warriors and Silver Moon Pack. Marcus spoke in that steady, captivating voice of his, revealing stories about his grandmother, his early training, and his
