Growling low in his throat Marcoth perked himself up off the wall and felt his body shake slightly, his mate was annoyed. One thing they could always tell of each other once mated was their emotions, even though Marcoth had Sara by at least 50 years, he knew she was right at home with him and even he couldn't hide his emotions from her. Worry was all that was on his mind, with a hint of excitement knowing that a real fight was coming to them. The blood would rain and the peasants would be slaughtered. Walking out of his room he moved through the hallway stopping in front of Lohanis' door for a moment listening to the two speak and shrugging off the comments he heard about himself and the Alpha's butting heads.<br/><br/>Moving through the hall Marcoth's large feet felt soft again the carpet and his very bright blue eyes seemed to accent his chiseled face and short hair cut even more as they gazed upon Sara laying on the couch. Smiling lightly, Marcoth approached her, knowing his scent was mixed with Alex's he cared not. It had been two days since he had been able to touch her, the only woman who could calm his animal side was her. "Good evening lassy." Marcoth's thick Irish accent soaked his words as he spoke "How have you been?" His hand dropped down to her softly running his rough large hand through her hair.<br/><br/>"I trust we can be around each other once again?" His tone was almost meek as he hoped it were true with his scent and not to mention his thoughts telling him that the "Blood Runners" Would react to this knowing they would be disorganized. His eyes searched Sara's as he grit his teeth hoping that she would not stare at him in lust or hate, and that they could begin to prepare for the up and coming.