Morgan’s POV
I was standing outside waiting for my brother Jones to turn up.
I had rushed home only to be met by his absence and that of my mate.
He had gone out with my mate without my permission, and I couldn't shake the thought that something was wrong.
Something had been wrong before he had stepped out of the house with my mate, despite knowing there would be consequences.
Something was wrong. I had felt it through the mate bond during the meeting. It had made me sick, and I couldn't stop the itch at the back of my neck, a whisper of Alora being in anger.
Even while I was here, the feeling of danger persisted.
My jaw tightened as I tried to control my growing anger.
Violet had looked nervous, but she had not said a word to me about what was making her nervous.
I stepped ont
