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Mark had come to know the way to Mikael's room like the back of his hand. It was always easy to find his way in those twisting corridors and now as he heard the blasting music from his room, the door wide open it became even easier. He stood at the frame, watching the young wolf on his bed, resting with his arms behind his head. His music making the floor vibrate.

The red haired was so happy to see him safe. He had been worried that he would do something stupid to help Luke and find himself injured like before. Thinking about that time he almost died caused him an indescribable worry. His weakened body and hollow cheeks. The blood patches on his gauze were equals to a horrible nightmare. At least now he was safe, getting out of this mess unscathed. He smiled, observing him for a while but a sneeze betrayed him, making the wolf flinch and lock eyes with him.