Marcellus' POV
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"I wonder what Regina could've possibly given the Lord of the North that would make her so confident." Cullen scoffed, crossing one leg on top of the other as he took a sip from his drink. "Also, weakening the pack from the inside? As if we haven't done that already."
As he said all of this, Marcellus remained silent, his mind wandering off just a little. This is it.
"What if we haven't weakened the pack enough?" Marcellus queried, raising an eyebrow. "What if there's just one more person whose death will shake the pack to its core? One more death that will leave both Kaelos and Odessa disoriented and lost."
He slowly stood up after saying all that, staring directly at Cullen who blinked cluelessly at first. But then, the lad's eyes soon widened.
"Wait... Are you going to..."