Darrian's POV
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The scent of blood still lingered in the air even after the battle had long passed. The night sky was quiet now, but my mind was anything but. I stood on the edge of the pack house balcony, overlooking the grounds as my warriors moved in coordinated shifts. There was no rest. Not until I was sure Marcus was gone-or dead.
And until then, I wasn't taking chances.
"Double the guards at every post," I ordered lowly to my Beta, who nodded and relayed the command through the link. "Especially around Heather's wing. No one gets in or out without clearance."
My wolf snarled with possessiveness and protectiveness. Marcus had already gotten too close to her once-he wouldn't get another chance.
I made sure of it.
Four warriors flanked her door at all times now, and more pat
