Chapter Twenty-Seven

*Marks POV*

I never knew the feeling of helplessness I felt at that point in time. My woman was fighting for everyone's life, yet I couldn't move or do anything to help her. Using the mate bond was all I could manage at that point in time. I punched the cupboard, my anger full on rising within me. My wolf wanted to get out, but I had to take care of Troy and that other guy. My first concern was making sure Morgan was alright. The hole that she had created was indeed very massive. There was no way I could just walk to her and grab ahold of her. I was stuck on what looked like a little island surrounded by a mass of a darkened abyss. I chanced a glance at Morgan once the guy was completely out of sight. She was teetering, her face paled and dripping with sweat. Her breathing was heavy, as if she had just ran a marathon and a half. Her eyes turned back from the complete and utter blackness to the beautiful chocolate colored eyes. I swelled with pride as I watched her manage to continue to fix Meg's house and restore the flooring.

"Morgan, babe, don't push yourself on anyones account. You need to rest. You used a lot of strength today."

She simply shook her head at me and continued what she was doing. The floor became intact, once again, never looking like she had created craters to swallow that man into the ground. The fire and wind never touched anything around her, there wasn't even a scorch mark to be seen. She managed to grab ahold of the kitchen island; I rushed to her side.

"Morgan!" I caught her body as it began to crumble from pure exhaustion. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she went limp in my arms. I mentally started to freak out, not realizing that her breathing was beginning to go back to normal. "Meg! Meg get your ass in here, NOW!" I picked Morgan up in my arms, my whole body becoming rigid in anticipation for Meg to come running into the kitchen.

"Mark.. WHAT IN THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY KITCHEN?!" Meg screamed.

"Is that really what you're worried about? You can barely tell a fight went down in here!" I turned towards Meg, motioning an unconscious Morgan in front of her, hoping she'd realize that was the reason I called her in here.

"Morgan! Is she okay? What happened?!" Meg, coming to her senses and realizing her surroundings, rushed over to Morgan and put her hand on her head and her face close to her mouth. Meg let out a relieved sigh. "She's going to be okay. Her breathing isn't shallow or labored, so that's a good sign at least. Now tell me what the fuck happened." Meg started pushing me to a spare bedroom to lay Morgan in, as I recalled the entire fight between Morgan and that bastard.

"Damn. No wonder she's knocked out cold. That was a lot of power she used. It's no wonder that she's considered the most powerful. She's going to need a lot of food to perk her energy back up. She may be out for awhile. It's best you call Sabrina, we're going to need her."

"How do you know-" Meg cut me off, pointing to her ears. I realized she must have been listening in on Morgan and Sabrina's conversation. "Yeah, you're right. I have to get Sabrina back here. There's still more training that Morgan needs. Although, I'm worried. Those council dogs had us surrounded and I couldn't sense a single one of them. I have no knowledge of how to fight them. What do you think?" Meg and I conversed with each other as we walked out of the bedroom, closing the door just with a big enough crack in it, so I could keep an eye on Morgan while she slept.

"I'm not entirely sure either. They're using Silver and Wolfsbaine together in a mixed batch. There's no way we're going to be able to take on the Council in this state. Our recon didn't fail as we predicted." Meg walked into the living room where Troy and that other guy, Sebastian I think his name was, were laying, stable and breathing. I sensed both their wolves were coming to as well, but the wounds were still bad enough that they weren't healing on their own. I sighed, frustratedly running a hand down my face.

"We can't fight an enemy we don't know." I pointed out. Meg nodded. "But we can't do more recon, they know we're watching them now. This place is just barely on the outskirts of the Township. If Morgan had crossed over the Townships boarders, they would have killed her on site because of that fucking agreement. Ugh! What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Fuming, I sat down roughtly, barely breaking Meg's chair. Leaning forward, I placed my head in my hands. To say I was frustrated would be a damn understatement at this point. The feeling of helplessness was overpowering. I felt Meg sit beside me, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Mark, nothings going to happen to Morgan. She's a tough bitch. If anything, she showed you she can handle herself. She just needs to train more."

"THAT'S NOT THE FUCKING POINT!" I roared at Meg, jumping to my feet, my wolf dangerously close to the surface, fighting me for the last bit of control I have left. Meg slapped both her knees, stood up and shook her head.

"Don't you fucking dare yell at me like that again. You forget, I'm a fucking alpha too, asshole. So sit your ass down, calm the fuck down, and push your wolf back where he belongs. If you don't get your head on straight, Morgan WILL die. Emphasis on will." She sneered at me. Her eyes dimming darker, showing her wolf was also becoming present. I glared at her, sitting back down and crossing my arms over my chest in defiance.

"You still act like a big baby." She scoffed.

"You're still a bitch, so we're even." I mocked.

She shook her head, placed a hand on her cocked out hip and stared me down; trying to read whatever expression she could find from me. She sighed loudly and glared back at me.

"Fuck you, Mark. I'm going back to Troy. When you decide you're willing to listen to me and calm down, then we'll make a game plan. Otherwise, you're going to continue moping and feeling useless until you make yourself sick. I'm not playing this pity party with you. Morgan IS NOT the only person we have to worry about the Council getting their hands on. She's a very important one, but not the only one." She quickly added before I could cause another outburst. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room before I could say anything to her. I put my head back in my hands.

*'You know she's not wrong. Although Morgan's your priority, there are others that are being affected by the Council. We have to figure out what the hell they're up to in order to fight back.'* I said to myself, trying to convince myself that this is what I needed to do. "There's got to be a way to do this, without Morgan getting hurt." I said outloud to noone.

"We will figure it out." Morgan's soft voice came from behind me. I quickly jumped and turned towards her voice, noticing she was leaning against the doorframe.

"Babe, what're you doing out of bed? You need to go rest."

"I can't go and rest when people are attacking my friends and family. I may have never met that Troy guy, but he's technically your family and you ARE my family. I will not stand by and not help when I know I can." Her legs could barely hold her. I rushed quickly to her, grabbing ahold of her waist before she completely collapsed to the floor.

"First you need to get rest. There's no use fighting in your condition when you can barely stand." She snuggled up closer to me, the electric feeling coursing through every part of my body. This woman held my heart and soul, but she was the most proud and stubborn person I had ever met in my life.

"I'll rest when I'm dead. Lets go to the kitchen, I'm starving!" She held her not so silent grumbling stomach. "Plus I need to call Sabrina. I'm going to need her help for sure." I lifted her bridal style, causing her to squeal in embarrassment, before walking her to the kitchen and placing her on a barstool in front of the kitchen island. I placed my hands on her shoulders, gazing deep in her eyes.

"I am so beyond proud of what you accomplished here today. I know you're strong, but I'm still going to worry about you. Please, after you eat, go and rest for me. I will lay tie you to the damn bed if I have to." She chuckled softly.

"I love you too, babe." She patted my cheek, a soft smile forming on her face. "But, I won't rest. Not till every last member of that damn Council is dead."