MARSHALL'S POV
The resonance of Lucas' call echoed in my mind, sending ripples of thought and imagination cascading through the recesses of my consciousness. The news of another fang's discovery after Charles Trywolf's demise left me ensnared in a loop of contemplation. Questions lingered like specters in the shadows, and a profound unease settled over me. Could another adversary have surfaced in the wake of Charles' fall?
The room, once a sanctuary, now felt confining, the walls closing in with each passing thought. My mind, painted with Lucas' words, conjured scenarios that danced on the edge of the supernatural. The safety of Freya, now without my vigilant presence in town, became a paramount concern, a gnawing worry that clawed at the edges of my consciousness.
Tension coiled withi
