Mark Of The Beast

RACHEL'S POV

We left the hospital and got back home. Though we had the whole house to ourselves, we decided to watch some television to keep us busy, at least. Devon pulled out his phone, a distraught look on his face barely paying attention to the movie. 

"What's on your mind?" I asked, looking at him as I awaited his response. He let out a deep sigh. 

"I'm just thinking of telling Jack to come back to the pack. I sent him on a wild goose chase, because I thought he was behind all these attacks, but all these while he has been gone, the attacks keep on coming."

A stern expression skewed on my face, 

"Let's not make any hasty decisions; he could still be behind all this nonsense." He tousled his hands through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I know there's still a possibility that he is behind all this. But I need him close by where I can watch him, so I can be certain once and for all."