"And the infection?" Markus demanded, his voice still firm.
Alena whimpered, the pain in her head growing unbearable. "It was created by a witch, someone powerful... ancient. They promised me power and a Lycan beast if I helped them spread it, and the antidote... it’s not something you can easily obtain. The witch controls it. She can grant it to those she deems worthy."
Markus's eyes narrowed further as he listened, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He had forced the truth out of her, but it only deepened his disgust. This woman, who had once tried to manipulate him with her beauty and charm, had been a willing participant in a plan that could destroy countless lives, including their own species.
Alena collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with the aftermath of resisting
