Marcus POV
My mind is still reeling. I don't want to believe that Esme spelled me, but my father's right. Who else could have done it? There has to be a reason. Esme wouldn't hurt me or Fina. She is kind and sweet. There is no way she is some evil witch who played me all these years. A knock on the room door brings me out of my thoughts. I'm not sure what I expected, but to see Caspian step inside isn't it. I look at the man I've considered a friend since we were pups and his expression is unreadable. He grabs a chair and places it a few feet from my bed.
I expect him to start talking, but he just stares at me. After a few awkward seconds, I break the silence. "Caspian, I'm sorry." "You're sorry for what? I know your dad told me that you were in fact spelled, but I want to know is how m
