The Chosen Mate (8)

Marcus had just stepped outside when he saw Loren and Marco approach. Both were wearing metal breastplates, intricately carved with their family's symbols. Cuffs of metal similar to the ones Marcus wore guarded their arms. On their backs, quiver and bows. "What is the matter?" "We just had word there are slavers entering our lands. A group of us are going to make sure they do not trespass further." Marcus let out an oath. "Elizabeth has run away. I was just going to get her." Loren arched an eyebrow. But it was Marco who voiced the question. "Why did she leave?" His youthful face did not hide the hurt and confusion he felt. "She thinks she can still go back to her village. I thought to teach her a lesson by letting her get lost in the Black Forest for awhile." "You must find her before the slavers do, brother." Loren said gruffly. "Marco, tell the others that Marcus's mate is missing. We will keep an eye out for her. You better hurry." Marcus didn't need any further direction and head