Chapter 136

• Marcel's POV
• It was 6:30 PM when I stepped through the front door, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me like a warm embrace. The rich aroma of spiced stew and freshly baked bread teased my senses, stirring the beast inside me in a way only Ella's cooking could.
• If I were human, I'd probably be collapsing from the back-breaking shifts at the iron casting factory—but being a werewolf had its perks. I was still humming with energy, though my stomach growled like a caged animal. And tonight, I was starving.