Marcellus' POV
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When he regained consciousness, the first thing he noticed was Kaelos yelling out in a panic, asking him about Odessa's whereabouts.
It was then that he remembered everything that happened before he passed out.
That cunning little witch...
She was a powerless witch but a witch nonetheless.
'I guess I underestimated her.' He thought to himself, watching as Kaelos began panicking and acting like the world was about to end.
Marcellus had never met his mate and didn't even know if he had one. Maybe the moon goddess had stripped him and others like him of that 'privilege' the moment they decided to become this way.
Aberrations of the natural order.
Werewolves who are capable of wielding magic but at the cost of taking the lives of others.
Well, it didn't matter anyway. Kaelos' behavior right now was just extra proof of what Marcellus has always believed.
Having a fated mate or being romantically entangled was a weakness that would only hinder him.
