My Mark Is His Posion

11

Chapter 11

FREYA'S POV

"Are you alright?" Finnley's question made me swing my head back to face him. "Do you want me to go first? I don't mind..."

"I'm fine," I lied and forced out a smile. I was standing at the top of the short flight of stairs leading down to the old, dark basement.

Of course I was not fine.

"I'm sorry this is the only way I could think of guys," Elena said remorsefully behind us but I cut her off immediately.

"Oh, please. You've done more than enough to save our lives already, El. We should be thanking you," I told her and took a bold step down the basement.

"I hope the journey goes well," she called out with a slightly shaky voice and I had to force down a swallow myself.

"And I hope so too," I replied, forcing my voice to sound steady.

While we took the basement, Doctor Carver decided to leave through the main door to make the men suspect he had only come to visit to Elena and would have no need to suspect anything and track him down.

Finnley followed behind me through the basement until we reached the door leading to the maintenance tunnel.

"There's a lock on it, is there a way we could..."

A loud crash sounded before I could finish my sentence and I jumped back in fright, staring at the now broken door with wide eyes.

"The wood was weak," Finnley stated, dusting particles of wood from the leg he had used to break the door down.

"Give me a heads up next time," I warned and he apologized with a soft laugh.

We made sure to stay quiet as we climbed into the tunnel and began to crawl through the small space.

Above us were cables and narrow pipes running down the length of the tunnel and we both tried to hold in as much air as possible to avoid breathing in dust that had gathered for years, just as old as the building itself.

The tunnel separated in two places and we took the left leading to the parking space on the ground floor.

"Finally, some air!" Finnley inhaled as we crawled out of the tunnel.

"Anyone there?" A distant voice asked followed by the marching of footsteps and my eyes went wide.

"Under the truck, quick!" Finnley whispered as we slid under an old truck nearby.

My heart banged in my chest as I saw the boots advance in our direction, stopping just about five feet away when his cellphone suddenly began to ring.

"Hello... Really? Someone left the house?" The boots began to retreat and I slapped a hand to my mouth, realizing it was one of Damon's men.

Beside me, Finnley stiffened.

"Oh it's just the same guy who walked in before?" He sighed frustratedly.

"Too bad. He was in there for quite a while, you think they f****d? ... Damn, I was only wondering, man! You're such a killjoy. Yeah, yeah, I'll return to the back and keep my eyes out."

We both waited under the truck until the footsteps could no longer be heard.

"We need to move, quickly!" Finnley whispered and I tried to ignore the fact that we were just almost caught.

I let him lead the rest of the way until we were successfully out of the building, rushing to the spot Doctor Carver had agreed to meet us.

"Thank goodness, " a relieved sigh escaped his lips as he saw us and we shared a hug, thankful to have escaped.

We passed through the eastern treeline leading to Willow Ridge and the scent instantly invaded my nose in seconds, stirring my wolf despite the restraint. I realized how much my soul still considered this place as home and I hated it.

"Are you certain we won't be seen by scouts, Finnley?" Doctor Carver asked as we passed through the edge of the forest leading to the houses.

"I hope so..."

"You hope?" Doctor Carver snapped and let out a humorless laugh. "You'd better be joking."

"I already made plans with a friend to house you both for now. She can be trusted and no one would suspect a thing," Finnley said and I only managed a nod, even though my skin crawled with fear.

After all, we had already come too far to turn around.

Silently, we followed his leading and I threw a scarf over my head as we came out to the outskirts of the pack, even though darkness had begun to set in.

We finally arrived at a small cabin and Finnley knocked on it. My feet tapped the floor impatiently while my eyes darted around, hoping no one would see or recognize me.

The door was eventually pulled open and a dark-haired young woman stepped out.

"Finnley! How are y..." Her ecstatic greeting was cut short when she looked beyond Finnley at me and Doctor Carver. But her gaze stayed on me for a long time.

"Quick, come in," she said urgently without asking questions and opened the door wider.

She did not even wait for us to step in before hurriedly moving to place dishes on the table and filling them with food from a pot.

It was then obvious to me why Finnley trusted her.

"Thank you," Doctor Carver said to her. "I'm Owen."

"Sera," she replied although she glanced at me instead, her gaze lowering to my bite mark for a second before she looked away.

"I'm Freya," I added in a croaky voice.

"I'm aware of that," she answered and I was glad that her tone held no judgement.

"You'll both be safe here," she assured us kindly and moved to talk with Finnley.

Beneath the table, I felt Doctor Carver's hand wrap around mine and I did not even realized I had been shaking nervously.

He gave me a reassuring nod and I smiled in return.

Later that night, I lay on the bed facing the ceiling, my hands hovering over my stomach, feeling the life pulsing steadily within me again. But it felt different this time.

My brows pushed together as I focused on the fickers.

Two. They were two. Two lives growing inside of me! Twins!

In the silence, I heard my breaths become ragged and I became terrified. I pressed my eyes closed and reminded myself repeatedly that everything was going to be fine. There was no need to panic. Hopefully.

Morning came quickly even though I barely had enough sleep. I sat at the edge of the bed, trying to mentally prepare myself for whatever was to come when the front door flung open and Finnley rushed in.

Sweat clung to his skin like he had just returned from a long run, but the look in his face told me something was wrong.

"They moved Alpha Gideon to the isolation wing," he announced, panting. "No one can see him unless they're on an approved list."

"Well, we just have to get my name approved, right? Who approves the visitors?" I asked and Finnley gave me a pitiful look.

"Only Cassandra approves them."