CHAPTER 113

Marco's POV

I watched as the door to the office swung open and in walked my old friend.

Winston. Alpha of the werewolves, and protector of the realm.

I scoffed.

Angelina stood beside me, bound in rope and mumbling words that weren't actually words.

Winston was too predictable. Angelina even more so.

I knew she would try to use the secret entrance into the manor, and I knew she would try to use the one the maid had shown to her.

But what I didn't know was that she would bring yet another human with her, into werewolf territory and the werewolf world.

I could feel anger pulsing through me at the thought of that and I smirked as I leveled my gaze at him. His eyes still had that faint glint of gold in them.

The gleam confirmed to me that he had been the one who opened the barrier.

I was worried that I had been sidelined by the witch. I wouldn't put it past the two-hundred-year-old crones to actually have some trick up her sleeve that would give her the power to do that.

We had trust issue