Trigger warning, please be aware that this is an important chapter but a bit gory and involves talk of extreme mental health problems-V
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Marcels POV.
---------"Xander, I am sorry. I Can't do anything more. All I know is that Alexander is back at his estate in Canada. He's not in this fight anymore."
"Bullshit. He ran off like the little bitch he is!" I have to refrain my self from making a face at the way Xander talks about Alex. He's not a little bitch, he's smart. He knows what he is doing. Xander just doesn't know anything.
"You're sure you can't do more?"
"I am sure Henry. I can't find him again until he does something else, and the only thin he has done in the past two days is move to his estate again." Turning my head to our Beta, I explain it again to him. God do these people not know how to take a 'I cant do it'? I just need them to get mad.
"Find it."
"What?"
"Find me his estate. I'm bringing a team there." Xander is going crazy about Alex, perfect.
"Xander, think about this before you just jump into things."
"i have Henry, and I am saying if we know where he is I can get him. We can end this and go home, his pack can finally be done with this. You don't think they are fighting us voluntarily or you? His own ack is miserable and they want to leave this damn thing too. If we know where that son of a bitch is, we can just get this over with." Growling at Henry, Xander's eyes grow cold and gold tweeds him.
"Xander, it'll take me some time to get a clear image or spot."
"How long?"
"A day? I need sleep. I've been running all over the place." I am only going to more running.
"Fine, we'll start planning tomorrow. Both of you go get some sleep." Nodding and leaving the tent, Henry pats my back as he heads to a separate part of the camp where his tent is waiting for him. While mine is more up north in the camp, I run to it happily.
Just a few more tricks and I can leave again forever. I no llonger needed in any of this.
Pulling those tricks out of my sleeve now that I am in my tent, I lay down and start my thing. Mumbling words to create a cast of myself in the cot, laying down it looks like i am asleep. A ghost of myself takes my place as I stand up and smile at my work. I've been doing this for years, its perfect down to the exact freckles on my cheek.
I can leave again and go home.
Chanting more words quietly, I move my hands and suddenly I am out of the camp, out of America completely and back home. Back at the estate. Back with Alex.
I happily make my way back into the Unguarded gates, through the hedges and into the mansion, smiling as I shut the door to our home. No one besides Maze and Alex are here now. He sent his pack away to a forearm part of their land to live now, they have everything they need.
And we need this mansion empty for this to work.
"Alex, I'm back!" And in a flash of a second, Alex is in front of me, bringing me closer to him. curse that speed thing he has.
Pulling me in by the hips, he takes my lips softly with a hum, smiling as he kisses me. Welcome home. Gripping my hips tighter by the second, I whine as he pulls away and smirks at me. Inches away from me, I could kiss him again.
"Hello dear. Didn't expect you back so soon."
"Oh hush, you did."
"I can't lie when I am with you, can I?"
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