Chapter Twenty-Five

"Damn it, Mark! I told you to be here an hour ago!" Meg complained as we hopped out of my truck. I glanced at Mark, who was gleaming in arrogance and pride. I shook my head at him. Meg looked between the both of us, finally noticing the mark on my neck.

"Oh, finally marked her, huh? Was about damn time. Now at least I know you can fight at your full strength now, asshole." She punched his shoulder, before turning on her heel and walked into the house we had arrived at. Mark looked at me and flashed me the biggest smile he could muster. Wrapping his arm around my waist, we walked into the house behind Meg. I suddenly felt my phone start vibrating in my pocket. I pulled away from Mark, struggling to get my phone out of my pocket. When I had finally retrieved my phone, after fighting with my pocket for a good few seconds, I looked at the caller ID.

"Who is it babe?" Mark peeked over my shoulder.

I quickly answered my phone before it went to voicemail. "Hey Sabrina, what's going on?"

"Where are you?" Her voice was low. She sounded frightened.

"Not at the house, why? What's going on?" I walked into a seperate room from everyone else.

"Oh thank God. I got this strange feeling, and I wanted to make sure you were safe. I should be back in a weeks time, hopefully." She didn't sound very convincing.

"Sabrina, seriously, what is going on?" I hummed in annoyance.

"Look, the vision I had was of you and Mark burning at the stake in the center of town. I have been training with mom to get stronger and so I can teach you new things that need to be learned. However, the feeling I'm getting is related to my vision, and I feel that I will be too late. Please, just trust me. I'm trying to get back to you as soon as possible." She sighed aloud. I rolled my eyes, but huffed in annoyance, realizing that she couldn't see me roll my eyes at her.

"Are you sure that the two are related?" I asked quietly.

"Have you been feeling like you're being watched? Has there been any incidents lately?" Her tone was harsh.

"Now that you mention it." I shrugged, my tone showing slight fear this time around.

"Exactly. But I have to go, I needed to hear your voice. I love you Morgan. Please stay safe."

"I'm doing the best I can. I love you too, Brina." I hung up the call and turned around. A yelp left my lips and I almost dropped my phone when my eyes met Mark's.

"You know, it's not polite to evesdrop on one's conversation." I state angrily, holding onto my chest. He shrugged and walked out of the room. I swear his mood swings will be the end of me.

"What did Sabrina want?" Meg asked me as soon as I walked back into the room.

"It was about her vision." I looked at Mark, his eyes were dark and his mood had done a complete 180. "I'm guessing you heard the conversation?"

"As if those bastards are going to be able to do anything to you." He growled. Meg rolled her eyes.

"Mark, calm your ass down and lets think. Tell me about this vision."

I told her everything that Brina had told me over the phone, thinking in the back of my mind that she was a werewolf, she probably heard the whole thing but was allowing me to get my side of the story in. Meg already knew about the break-in. The entire time I was explaining, Mark was huffing and running his fingers through his hair in annoyance.

Meg looked deep in thought, her eyes completely glazed over.

"Who the fuck are you mind-linking with?" Mark growled at her, making me jump in the process.

My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "Mind-linking?"

"We can talk to each other through a mind-link as long as we have an establishment. Mark can read your thoughts now that you're marked, and I'm pretty sure he can talk to you through the mind-link too. I don't know how well it works with humans, but since you're a special breed, in a way, you should be able to mind-link him too. But it will take some training, and that's time we don't have on our side." Meg pondered some more, completely ignoring Mark's question.

"Wait, Mark can-" I was shooting daggers at him. If looks could kill, he'd be eight feet under by now. He smiled an apologetic smile, flashing anger at his sister for blowing his cover. Meg shook her head.

"Is that the only thing you got from that whole spheal?" She frowned at me, her brows furrowing together. "We really need to focus."

"Yes, I agree." Still shooting daggers at Mark. He rolled his eyes at me and nudged me. I turned my head away from him, showing he wasn't getting out of this one.

"So, how has recon been going?" Mark cleared his throat and turning his attention to Meg as we all sat down in the living room.

"I was mind-linking Troy, my mate, to discuss what he had found. Unfortunately, it seems the Council had found out about us and they're now watching us instead. I have no idea-"

"Because they're the Council. Mr. Schmidt is very prone to knowing what is going on when the rest of them are completely clueless." I cut her off, throwing out any potential that would allow them to get the upper hand. "I'm pretty sure that they know that Mark and I mated, so it's only a matter of time before they come after us now."

"I don't think the Elder is something to be reckonned with." Mark concluded.

"Something..?" Meg and I squeaked in unison. Both of us looking at each other before clearing our throats.

"I didn't think a bad-ass she-wolf like yourself would be surprised by anything." I giggled.

Meg rolled her eyes. "I'm not as bad-ass as you might think. What do you mean by something?"

"I'm saying I don't think that Mr. Schmidt is exactly human. His scent was off that day we were at the courthouse. He doesn't smell like a Vampire and he definitely doesn't smell like a Werewolf, but it's something off and I can't put my finger on it." Mark had a thoughtful expression on his face. I looked at Meg, whose eyes were glossed over like before. She jumped up, making Mark and I flinch in surpise from her actions, while she bolted to the front door.

"What the fuck is happenening?!" Meg shouted, throwing the front door open and rushing outside. Mark and I jumped up and quickly followed behind her. I saw a group of men carrying another couple of guys who looked as if they were ambushed by something massive. She ran up to, who I assumed was her mate, Troy. Tears were streaming down her face as he smiled up weakily at her. They all rushed in side, brushing past Mark and I, as we followed them into the house. Mark stood by the door, watching his surroundings before shutting the door behind him.

"What happened?" Mark's voice boomed out, making everyone bow to him submissively and quieting down. I looked at Mark with a smirk, not realizing the amount of power my man held. He glanced at me, a small smile etching on his face, before turning back to the group of men.

"Alpha, it's good that you returned to us." One of the men bowed, focusing his attention back to Troy and the other injured man.

"Alpha?" I looked at Mark curiously.

"I'll explain later." He dismissed me, rushing over to help Meg and the other wounded man. I stood there, helplessly looking at all them, not knowing what I could do to help. "Morgan, run to the kitchen and fill a few pots with warm water and try to find any rags or towels. Grab the alcohol and matches!" Mark hollered at me. Willing my legs to move from my spot, I managed my way into the kitchen swiftly. I bent down to grab a few pots, turning towards the sink. I glanced up and dropped everything in my hands as a pair of red eyes met my gaze through the window.