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My vision blurred from unshed tears when he harshly shoved the hair off my face. " SHE HAS THE MARK ", Just as he was roughly pulling the torn hoodie from my body, l heard someone say in a surprised voice. "Mark?, How is that possible?", They all walked towards me. I didn't know what they were talking about but they all seemed shocked. "It's glowing, we need to take her to the Alpha",My blood froze at that.

They had no clothes on and they looked like an abandoned creature and smelled like a dead corpse. "What game are we gonna play today ? " Mark mumbled and a table was brought in by his men on that table consisting of lots of dangerous and sharp weapons. Tears started rolling down their faces as Mark stared at them with a ruthless smirk. "Leviathan Please let me go. I have learnt my lesson please I promise not to ever appear in front of you again " Ophelia pleaded in tears. "Who should I start with today ? " Mark said , totally ignoring Ophelia's cries.

Erwin said lightly, and it didn't sound scary at all to Mark's ears. Mark loudly laughed, but the word despair was implied in his laugh, his dream of Possessing Azkia has failed, and now this is the fate that he must get, getting ready to end up in the hands of the guards with a terrible body shape. "Give him that water to drink!" Erwin ordered one of the guards. "Drink, I know you must be thirsty, am I still good with you?" Erwin continued with his mysterious smile. Stupidly Mark drank the water without suspicion, he was very thirsty because for two days he had been like this, he didn't get food and drink at all.

“Please, Dare. Be alive. Come for me.” The door creaked open, and I braced myself for the usual—a man dressed in black with a tray of inedible slop, shoving it at me like I was an animal. But instead, a familiar voice filled the room, cold and sharp. “Miss me?” I turned my head and there he was—Mark. Standing in the doorway, wearing a white shirt and shorts, but it wasn’t the casual attire that caught my attention. It was the blood. Red smears and splatters decorated his clothes, and I couldn’t tell if it was his or someone else’s. Maybe some poor soul who had the misfortune of crossing his path.

"The shuttle is ready. Let’s get you on that flight, Violetta." "Hey! Violetta!" The harsh, venomous voice shatters the quiet murmur of the lobby. I freeze, my breath catching in my throat as I turn toward the main elevators. Striding across the marble floor, completely bypassing the hotel security guards, is Mark. He is completely unrecognizable from the untouchable executive he was this morning. His tie is completely gone, the top three buttons of his white dress shirt torn open, his suit jacket hanging loose and unbuttoned. His face is flushed a dangerous, volatile red, his eyes wild and bloodshot with a desperate, untamed fury.

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

"No cameras. No driveway access." The old defensive part of me still wanted to argue. Still wanted to say this was too dangerous. Another part. A quieter part. Was starting to trust him completely. That terrified me more than anything. Mark. Walked toward the hallway. "Change out of the gala clothes " he said. "You will freeze outside." I looked down at the black suit Daniel picked for me earlier tonight. Suddenly it felt disgusting against my skin. "I will find you something dry " Mark added. His voice softened slightly before disappearing down the hallway.

I lifted my hair up so that he could put it on for me. “Wait, a bit of your hair is caught in your t-shirt,” he said as he pulled my t-shirt neck down. I wasn't quick enough to stop him and he revealed my mark to the whole room. “What the fuck? That better not be what I think it is!” Evan yelled as he shot up out of his seat. My dad pushed Evan aside, and faster than I could blink grabbed me and pulled my shirt down. His eyes started to illuminate as he touched the mark. I instantly illuminated my own eyes in response, I knew he was about to ascend, and Evan wasn't far behind.

It was enough to vaporize a city. "Elena!" Killian roared, launching himself forward to take the blow. But I didn't move. I didn't hide. I stepped into the light. As the beam hit my chest, the Mark of the Devourer didn't burn. It opened. My skin didn't char; it turned into a swirling vortex of violet-black smoke. I felt the agonizing heat enter my veins, but instead of destroying me, it found a bottomless hunger waiting for it. I wasn't just holding the light. I was drinking it.