Marcellus' POV
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It had all happened so fast. He had given Regina the signal to strike just as planned.
She indeed had fired at Odessa, aiming to kill her or at least, making it seem like that. But Marcellus stepped in and took the hit instead to further cement his reputation of a 'kind Beta.'
Chaos ensued after, almost making him feel like standing up to observe all of it. Yes, the magic arrow had hurt, and he silently cursed Regina for its power, but it was nothing he couldn't easily shrug off.
All he needed to do was hunt some unsuspecting werewolves later tonight and drain their life force. That would help him to heal himself.
Anyway, after a back-and-forth argument, he watched as Odessa left to gather potions from the Blood Oak woods. Something inside him told him that might not be the best idea for whatever reason but he ignored that thought when Odessa eventually came back.
"I'm done making the potions!"
