That night, the three of us gathered around the table, engrossed in the task of devising a plan. My attention shifted to Marcus, who diligently jotted down notes to share with King Everest. Lost in my thoughts, I reclined in my seat, contemplating our next move. As I mulled over our options, a sudden silence fell upon the room, broken only by the sound of the clock ticking away the minutes.
After a few minutes, I interrupted the silence with determination. "We must establish our connection,” I suggested, fixing my gaze on Marcus.
"And we can't ignore the fact that Malcolm will be aware of my Lycan nature," Marcus acknowledged.
"Do you have any thoughts about how we could approach this?" I inquired. "Perhaps I could simply be an old family friend," he proposed.
"That might work. Per
