Marcellus' POV
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He stared at Elder Davina with wide-open eyes as she pointed the tip of her staff at him.
She was becoming a problem, and somehow, he had still managed to underestimate her.
Out of pure curiosity, he asked with a cough, ignoring the blood that spilt from the corner of his lips. "When did your suspicions begin?"
Elder Davina tightened her grip on the staff in her hands before she spoke coldly. "I began suspecting something was off after the South American Alpha King's welcoming ball. When that poor pack doctor went missing after treating you in your house. And then his wife was found burnt."
Crap...
He knew he was getting way too reckless with the killing. But he couldn't help it. He needed to kill to survive and to keep the ritual holding his artificial hybrid form together stable.