Warren struggled to close the last shutters. He fought the wind and finally shut them. He was tired and quickly ran around to the door. He was instantly angry. His mate was on the porch clinging to the posts while looking around madly.<br/><br/>-I told you to stay inside!- he yelled in pack speech as he struggled against the wind to get to the porch. Once he did he pulled her inside and shoved the door closed. He was soaking wet and the wind had taken his jacket.<br/><br/>He turned to her and was angry. But he stopped himself. Yelling and screaming was the last thing he wanted to do..... He sighed.<br/><br/>-Why didn't you listen?.... You could have been hurt..... The wind is tossing things around and I was hit a few times.... You could've been too...- he said as he gingerly moved a hand along his ribs. He thought he had cracked one or two. A pipe had hit him square in the chest as he went around the corner of the house.