#Chapter 55: Deepening Bonds

Alpha Marcus entered the breakfast room with commanding presence, his transformation complete after just one dose of the antidote. He moved with the fluid strength of a wolf in his prime, bearing no trace of the weakness that had plagued him for weeks. "I've been thinking about the rogue gatherings reported at our borders," he announced, serving himself from the lavish buffet with obvious appetite. "Upon our return, I intend to investigate personally. Their coordinated movements suggest organization beyond typical rogue behavior." Elena's fork clattered against her plate. "You can't be serious, Marcus. You've barely recovered from—your illness." She hesitated as she spoke, glancing at Giana, who watched with calculated attentiveness. "Nonsense, my dear. With as good as I feel now, it would be a crime not to put my good health to work.” He walked over to her, taking her hand in his. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss to it. "You worry too much," he said. Elena's worried frown