Chapter 96 Dorian Falls Into An Illusion

Marco's POV 'Marco? Marco, are you there?' I'm sitting with my war council when Eric's voice suddenly infiltrates my mind. My brows wrinkle, and my forehead creases as I can't decide how to respond. "I need time alone," I say to my soldiers, and they all leave the tent we've been using to conduct tactics for the fight against the pack rogues. Eric is still calling out to me when I sit down. 'You right. You were right. I should have listened.' This doesn't sound like Eric, not at all. We considered each other rivals since children, we never played together, never trained together. We chose to be as far away from each other as possible. I saw Eric as the son of the Queen who replaced my mother, and Eric saw me as the person who threatened his right to the throne. I don't even remember the last time we've spoken over the mind link. Or, we might have never spoken over the mind link. 'What's happened Eric?' despite how much his actions have angered me, how we're in the shit because