Marcellus' POV
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(Warning: Slight Gore Ahead)
The next morning after Delta Axel's awkward visit, Marcellus got word that Kaelos was finally out of bed and fully recovered.
Rumors have been going high in the pack ever since the night of the Charity Ball. And the tension was even higher.
Little did all these werewolves know that the tension was only expected to increase.
"I am... Impressed by your recovery, sir." A pack doctor who had come to check on him that morning remarked, getting on his feet and withdrawing his stethoscope.
The man was in his late fifties and had greying streaks of hair and wore a black suit.
Marcellus sat comfortably on a sofa, sipping from an early morning drink while listening to the pack doctor's report.
"Your bones have completely healed now from my observations. I can't even find any traces of internal bleeding, unlike that night." The pack doctor remarked while Marcellus stared at him with a distant look.
