A bolt of fear shot through Marcus’ body. The gesture seemed respectful, loving almost, but the sensual mood instantly changed as the Grandmaster forcefully undid the boy’s carefully knotted tie and tossed it across the room before unbuttoning his shirt in a manner which almost felt dismissive. Beg for him… Wolf gently caressed Marcus’ soft, trembling face. His immediate instinct was to yield to him. Marcus couldn’t believe how tall the older man was and the power and magnetism he seemed to radiate. Marcus was shaking uncontrollably by the time the Grandmaster had slowly, yet purposely, made his way across the room to him. Those who met him never spoke of what had happened in his presence, but afterwards, they all seemed different somehow more aloof, more arrogant. His name alone could make the young apprentices shake with fear. Legrand was a legendary, almost mystical figure within the order, who was rarely seen within the Masonic complex. Grandmaster Wolf was wearing the ceremonial mask when Apprentice Marcus tentatively entered the dark room.