Chapter 22 Rocco

• Rage simmered beneath the surface of my skin at the silence within my office. The silence spoke to me more than I wanted it to. Likely more than Micah wanted it to too. He did not want to admit that he had not done his duty as an Alpha or as my best friend, did he? Micah had failed me. That is the truth. And as I glared at him from across my office table, watching him avoid my gaze, I knew that I was right. There was simply no other explanation.
• The pack had known who the rogues were that were responsible for the attack that had injured Aria. Not just that, but these were the rogues who were behind the attack that killed and maimed so many of our pack members. It had brought our pack to its knees. All but destroyed us. I may have been in the hospital waiting for my mate to come to… feeling like I was gradually falling apart… but it did not mean I did not know that my pack was suffering. We all still shared that pack bond. I heard the rumors… heard the general chatter within the hospital. I knew of the damage done to our pack.
• And, Micah, as our pack Alpha, knowing who was responsible, should have been dealing with them. So, why had he not ensured their revenge? What made it worse, was the fact that they were not just a random band of rogues. This was a rogue camp. A rogue camp that Micah knew the location of. Which again brought into question why the fuck he was not doing more. Why the fuck had he not been in there and burnt the place to the fucking ground?