Any other time, he’d be overjoyed at harming anyone who threatened the pack, but this male was his sister’s mate. So, even if he detested everything about the human, and he ached to rip his throat out, he had to leave him alive. Fucking laws. He’d have to wait for the human to finish his transition to tiger and then he could challenge the idiot. Yes, the cat whispered. Challenge and kill. He couldn’t wait. Ares stepped from the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He would love to lock him in a cold holding cell, but Claire had taken refuge in the basement. He sighed as he caught sight of the crowd that awaited him. He’d expected Zoe—he knew she’d be worried—and the rest were just as unsurprising. Hawke’s fury burned in his gaze, the male’s anger palpable and thick. The pride healer also stood near, his familiar bag in hand. “He’s ready when you are, Mark. Keep him alive. I don’t care about his pain.” The healer’s agreement was immediate, a quick jerk of his head, and then he skirted Ares to slip into the room.
