Chapter 51 Cursed

• At Alpha Marcus’s pack, the evening shadows grew longer, casting a cool, inviting twilight over the training grounds. Zyra, who had spent the day mingling and laughing with the pack members, now felt the chill creeping in. She rubbed her arms, feeling a mixture of fatigue and anticipation. Despite her best efforts to avoid Marcus during the day, she couldn't shake the desire to talk to him. With a small smile playing on her lips, she rose to head back to her room, her gaze fixed on the ground.
• Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice Marcus standing right in her path. She bumped into him, flinching back with wide eyes. "Mar-Marcus…" she stammered, taking a step back, her heart racing.
• "Hey, where are you going?" he asked, reaching out to hold her hand, but she pulled away, avoiding his eyes.