(Warning: Violence and slightly graphic scene ahead)
Marcellus' POV
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"You have such a lovely house, Beta." The pack doctor remarked when they walked into the living room of Marcellus' residence.
The latter glanced at the doctor who looked to be in his early thirties but had a spirit that made him similar to an impressionable child.
People like that either had strong wills... Or fragile minds, easy for him to manipulate.
"You flatter me, mister..." Marcellus said with a wry smile plastered on his face as he 'struggled' to head to one of the couches.
The pack doctor helped him sit down, patient and seemingly kind.
Too bad... Marcellus still had to kill him.
However, on their way here, he had thought of a better idea that was sure to keep the ritual holding his transformation replenished for a while.
"You can call me, Abel, sir." The pack doctor said after successfully aiding Marcellus to sit, bowing slightly in front of him soon after.
