I focused on healing at the foreign pack’s den, ignoring news from home.
Oliver visited nearly every day to help with my recovery.
The days passed peacefully enough.
But for Marcus, everything spiraled into chaos.
After a week without finding me, he lost control.
He drowned himself in wolfsbane–laced whiskey, barely staying sober.
In a drunken rage, he challenged another Alpha in the streets.
The fight left him critically wounded in the healers‘ ward.
His old friend, the pack healer who had poisoned my wolf, finally confronted him:
“Shall I tell you the truth? Sarah was conscious during the silver injection. She heard everything, even though she couldn’t
move.
“I saw her tears fall as the silver burned through her veins.”
“Marcus, you broke her completely. She won’t return.”
“I warned you from the start–w you and Sarah were true mates. Rachel was just a college fling, a shadow that should
