Third Person's POV
The moment he clicked the ward door shut, the warmth on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a deadly chill.
"It was that piece of trash Connor."
Barton roared savagely in Mortimer's mind, viciously tearing at an imaginary prey, "He dared to harm our mate! I'll rip his throat out and shred his inner wolf to pieces!"
Mortimer's jaw tightened, his gaze turning ice-cold.
Tade, who had been waiting outside, immediately stepped forward. Forced back half a step by the suffocating aura bleeding off Mortimer, he managed, "Alpha."
"How about Connor?"
"Still in the ICU under observation. His injuries are worse than Garfield's. The doctors said he might never come around."
Hearing that, Mortimer could no longer restrain the violence brewing deep within him.
The oppress
