Chapter 116. A Vicious Jolt

Elizabeth POV

I stepped out of the cramped bathroom and felt my skin settle back into its usual form. Once I was seated again, Daniel immediately curled his arm around me, drawing me snugly against his chest. Even though I was aware, in some distant part of my mind, that the rest of the pack was gathered nearby—waiting for our return—I couldn’t bring myself to care about them in that moment. Too many questions still churned within me.

Across the room, Marku had returned to his chair. He held a crystal-cut glass filled with a softly glowing amber liquid. I noticed he had left his chest, shoulders, and arms bare; he hadn’t replaced the thick fur that had draped his upper body before. I realized, almost grudgingly, that he did this intentionally: my Wolf—my primal self—wanted every other wolf to understand, at a glance, exactly whose wolf he was. Marku clearly did not object to this silent declaration of ownership. Marku was part of our family, and Marku knew it. I found I