Chapter 175 Asher

• I paced the corridor of the hospital, hating that smell of antiseptic and disinfectant. So overpowering and so distinct of the hospital. Reminded me of illness and death. But I would remain here as long as I needed. Until I knew that Bailey would be okay. The doctor had rushed Bailey away from me the moment we had been met at the door by a handful of nurses and doctors. Taken her to be checked over and treated. I could only hope… pray that she would be okay.
• She did not look good. Zion had been whimpering since the moment we had found her. Torn between wanting to be here, and being out in the forest hunting the bastards that had hurt her. This was not a good feeling. So much like the emotions we experienced when we lost Isla... it was taking all I had to keep myself together. I had to put my faith in Caleb that he and our warriors would be able to find the rogues, if they were even still around.
• A part of me doubted they would be if they had in fact been enlisted by Miles. That fucking sick bastard was not fit to be an Alpha. Let alone mate to Bailey. He deserved to be locked up. And when I was done with him, I hoped he would be. But first, I needed to know that Bailey would be okay. And to know that, it meant staying in the hospital... pacing the corridors... my mind overrun with some of the worst scenarios imaginable.