As I passed an open door, a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks—it was Lennon.

“She seems to be awake now! How will I mark her?”

He seemed to be talking about me and he sounded angry.

Confusion coursed through me as two other voices joined the conversation.

The woman's deep alto reverberated through the stale air, almost like lightning. "I told you, the magic of memory covering was temporary. You should have done your part," she declared, her voice a thunderous roar that could not be ignored

“Will Daphne submit to Alpha Lennon so easily?” the man bellowed, his voice carrying a familiar baritone timbre. "No other option...