_Dorian's POV_
Marcus’s voice was sharp and urgent. “We need to move. Now.”
I snapped out of my daze.
Lyla was still pressed against the wall, her wide eyes darting between us. She wasn’t screaming yet, but I could see the panic rising in her. Any second now, she would try to run, to fight, to alert the whole damn pack.
I took a step toward her but she flinched.
Marcus swore under his breath. “We don’t have time for this, Dorian. Just make her drink the damn liquid.”
Lyla’s body tensed. “What—”
Before she could scream, Marcus was on her. He moved fast, slamming a hand over her mouth. She let out a muffled cry, struggling wildly against his grip. Her nails clawed at his arm, but he didn’t let go.
“Hold her,” Marcus barked.
One of my warriors, Tobias, stepped forward, grabbing Lyla’
