Marcus POV
"Who are you?" "You aren't really asking me that question. Who the hell else would be inside your head," the voice asks. "My wolf," I whisper. "Ding, ding, ding, give the man a prize," he says. I fight the urge to roll my eyes. "Glad to see you're finally awake," he says. "Are you always going to be this antagonistic?" "When I can see all that you've done, yes, annoyed with you," he says.
"I'm not sure if you realize this, but I wasn't exactly in control." He growls and puts a block up. "Marcus, I'm glad to see you are alright son," my dad says, releasing his hold on me. "I still don't understand exactly what happened. How could I be spelled all this time?" "I'm not sure, son, but we will figure everything out. The guards know if that witch shows up near the border again, she
