Maddox
‘Maddox, the doctor is being controlled. Look at his wrist.’ Lyra mind-links me, looking at his wrist I noticed what looks like a black festering wound. f**k! What the f**k is this now?
“Drop him Atlas, he is not of his own mind.” My Beta frowns at me but drops the now coughing and spluttering doctor to the ground. Kneeling down beside him Lyra lifts the sleeve of his white doctor's jacket. She hisses in anger as she stands back up.
“It’s Vlad’s, I can smell his scent on it. But if he has gotten to the doctor god knows who else he has got to” Lyra says looking like she's ready to explode.
“What is a master's mark?” I ask her as she stands back to my side. I turn to talk to Atlas; he and Kalesa are already by Jared’s bed. Kalesa is removing all drips and bandages.
“I need
