Silas' POV
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He knelt on the floor. Confused. Dazed. Disoriented.
His memories were scattered, leaving him in a state of self-doubt. Willow—his mate's best friend—died. All he could think about was comforting her and finding the person behind the murders once and for all.
When they confronted Professor Amelia, he felt like this was it. He felt like they'd finally found the culprit. But… there was something about the look in her eyes.
She was perfect at playing innocent, he'll give her that.
But her eyes gave her away, glinting with a light he could only describe as malevolent. And staring at him too long for comfort while Luther held her up by the collar.
"... Marked one." Those words.
Just those two words leaving her mouth changed everything. One second he was behind his brother, ready to step in if Amelia tried anything funny. Next, he was here, kneeling on the floor while everyone else glared at him with a mix of distrust and fear.
