Chapter 18: Memorial
**Marcus's POV**
I woke to sunlight streaming through the medical wing windows and the knowledge that today was Sam's memorial service.
My body protested immediately when I tried to sit up—ribs screaming, shoulder throbbing, every muscle stiff and sore from lying in bed for nearly two days. But I gritted my teeth and pushed through it. Sam deserved better than his future Alpha lying in a hospital bed during his farewell.
"What are you doing?" Lily's voice came from the chair beside my bed, sharp with concern. "Marcus, Dr. Chen said you need at least another day of rest before—"
"I'm going to the memorial," I said, swinging my legs carefully over the side of the bed. The room tilted slightly, and I had to grip the mattress to steady myself. "Sam was pack. He died
