Chapter 233: _The Elder’s Last Tea

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Chapter 233: _The Elder’s Last Tea Marcellus’ POV ***** "I wonder what Regina could’ve possibly given the Lord of the North that would make her so confident." Cullen scoffed, crossing one leg on top of the other as he took a sip from his drink. "Also, weakening the pack from the inside? As if we haven’t done that already." As he said all of this, Marcellus remained silent, his mind wandering off just a little. This is it. "What if we haven’t weakened the pack enough?" Marcellus queried, raising an eyebrow. "What if there’s just one more person whose death will shake the pack to its core? One more death that will leave both Kaelos and Odessa disoriented and lost." He slowly stood up after saying all that, staring directly at Cullen who blinked cluelessly at first. But then, the lad’s eyes soon widened. "Wait... Are you going to..." Marcellus nodded slowly, a cruel grin curling up his lips. He’ll be fulfilling the Lord of the North’s wishes while taking out possibly the biggest hindrance in the pack since he began killing. Two birds with one bloody stone. "Watch out, Elder Davina..." He muttered coldly, turning around and heading for the door without saying anything to Cullen. . . Later that night, Marcellus slipped into Elder Davina’s compound, hiding himself in the shadows. He walked into the building, picking up the sound of maids tending to some plants at a corner while also gossiping in hushed tones about the riots. Marcellus only eyed them a little before he continued moving. He navigated his way through the building and managed to get to the top floor, where there was a door leading into Elder Davina’s green room. Marcellus smirked and was about to open the door when it seemingly opened by itself, taking him by surprise. That’s until Elder Davina showed herself, blinking at him as she stepped aside. "Beta Marcellus..." She muttered, her eyes fluttering as frown lines appeared on her wrinkled face. "This is a surprise. I just finished a cleansing ritual and was about to drop by your place to discuss the creation of the committee." Marcellus blinked once before plastering a polite smile on his face and walking in with his arms placed behind him. "Thank you, Elder. And coincidentally, that’s why I’m also here." He lied through his teeth as his gaze slowly went to the glass ceiling above which filtered the moon’s light through it. The green shrubs and plant life in the room rustled even though the room was still and without wind. The scent of herbs, incense and some rich fragrance filled the air, seemingly inviting anyone who walked in. "Please, sit." Elder Davina stepped forward and sat on one of the carpets at the centre of the room. There was a beautifully decorated ceramic kettle and two cups. Marcellus frowned when he saw the two cups as he slowly walked forward and sat on the opposite carpet. "Were you expecting someone before?" Marcellus asked as Davina poured tea into the other cup and handed it to him with a warm smile on her face. The smile reminded him of his maternal grandmother. She was an annoying hag whom he’d killed with poison when he was ten. His first kill... A classic. "No, I wasn’t expecting anyone." Elder Davina shook her head as Marcellus took the tea from her hands. "But I always keep one cup aside just in case I’m having any... Unexpected visitors." Marcellus nodded as he stared at the tea in his hands. When he saw Davina sipping from her cup satisfactorily, he took a sip as well to seem polite. He was playing the long game here. He’ll let her lower her guard if she has any and then strike when she least expects it... After checking her mind and seeing if she indeed had any suspicions of him. But reading the mind of the pack’s spiritual leader, who literally communes with the moon goddess, would be tricky. "How is it?" Davina asked curiously, blinking slowly at Marcellus as she straightened her shoulders. "Do you like it? I added some cinnamon to it... Just like how your father used to like it." Marcellus’ father... The former Beta. The man was a prick who laid his "seed" in dozens of women, including Marcellus’ mother, a maid. Of course, Marcellus had killed all his half-siblings by drugging them with wolfsbane at eleven. He then killed his mother when she found out, which led to Lord Ryker discovering him. The Lord of the North had taken him in and raised him as one of his artificial hybrids. An experiment. A killing machine whose new abilities only heightened his killing nature. When Marcellus returned to the pack, his father was dead and he was made the new Beta. Tragic... But it only showed his tenacity and that he’s always had a killer instinct. "I like the tea, Elder. Thank you." Marcellus remarked, flashing a grateful smile even though he felt like spitting the concoction on her face. He set the tea aside and let out a sigh, noticing how Davina stared at him silently. There was that look again... "Is something wrong, Elder Davina?" Marcellus couldn’t help but ask, raising an eyebrow while still keeping that smile on his face. He stared at her without blinking and watched as her warm smile disappeared and got replaced with a cold and determined look. "I know what you are, Beta." Marcellus’ eyes widened slightly in surprise but before he knew what was happening or before he could think, his head began to spin and his nose became watery, making him sneeze. When he covered his face and lowered his hand, shock overwhelmed him when he saw what was on his palms. Blood. From his nose. "You..." Marcellus tried to speak but then coughed erratically as Elder Davina got on her feet, grabbing her staff as she stared down at him. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Only another cough—wet and ragged. His palms were slick with blood. Rage, sharp and primal, surged through his chest. She’d played him. In his own game. "That tea was laced with a compound that reveals magic. The kind only found in witches... or monsters like yourself made from them." She explained calmly, her voice dripping with disappointment. "I know your mother wasn’t a witch and your father’s werewolf bloodline was free of any history of witch inbreeding. Which leads me to one final conclusion..." Marcellus heaved heavily as he struggled to catch his breath, slowly raising his head only to see Elder Davina pointing her staff at his face. Her expression was plain as she declared: "You’re an artificial hybrid. Which would make you the killer."

Chapter 233: _The Elder’s Last Tea

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