(Warning: Graphic scene and violence ahead)
Marcellus' POV
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Marcellus' voice was cold, his words slicing through the silence like a blade. Madame Greyheart's hand trembled slightly as she set down the wine glass, her eyes wide with fear.
"Merciless? You?" She scoffed, trying to mask the unease creeping into her tone. "I don't know what you think this is, but you're in no condition to threaten anyone, Beta Marcellus. Kaelos nearly killed you—"
Marcellus stood up, the sharp pain in his spine a constant reminder of his weakened state, but he didn't let it show. His eyes were burning with a dangerous intensity, his every movement precise.
The fact that he was still standing, still breathing, was a testament to his survival instinct.
"You think Kaelos' attack was the worst of my problems?" He asked, taking slow steps toward her. "No, Madame Greyheart, it's you and your little schemes with Celine that are the true issue."
