Chapter 7

CLINTON.

I wasn't happy that I left my mate alone back in the hospital. I needed to stay with her and be there when she woke up. But I knew that would not be possible.

I knew I could always count on Asher to handle the rogues, but this time around, I needed to be there.

Not that I didn't trust he could torture them enough, but because I needed to be the one doing the torturing myself.

I needed something to vent my anger on—or someone—and that was the only thing I could think of.

So I did what I thought was best.

I mind-linked Kiara, the woman who manages my penthouse, to keep my mate company and keep me updated if she woke up or anything happened.

And like always, she agreed without any questions.

When I got to the pack house, I met Asher already waiting for me at the gate. His face was pooled with sweat, hands stationed on his waist with his head tipped in a frown.

I narrowed my eyes on him and wondered if the situation was that bad. Asher and I sort of grew up together, and we soon