Marked As Theirs
Chapter 55
Adnam's POV
It was after midnight, and reports had been flooding in all day from the North and South.
Some of the s**t was so bizarre I would’ve thought it a prank if it didn’t come with all seriousness. Because what was all these?
Men rising from the dead.
Bells ringing.
Witches calling emergency sessions and priestesses showing up out of decades of absence.
But not here.
Not in Alder.
And that was the problem.
Priestess Imani confirmed it, and that was it.
I paced the corridor near the council room of our pack, the sleeves of my shirt rolled up, sweat drying under my armpits from training. I hadn’t changed.
I couldn’t even shower.
Gareth leaned against the table, watching me.
“Nothing’s happened here, Adnam,” he said for the third time. “Maybe
