Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 144

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 144 – I barely remembered running into the forest even though I had little red marks speckling my face and arms from how fast I’d been going. Branches both barren and full of leaves slapped at my b**e skin, but the proof of it faded within seconds.

Her scent was faint, but I followed the thread until it withered away in my hands. The shadows scurried into the darkest corners of the forest, retreating farther with every step I took. I had just noticed it when the sound of a wet gasp sounded from close by.

The sight of her face, and the paleness of her skin as she lay sprawled out in the grass nearly sent me into shock. My mind was shutting down my senses one at a time until I could make sense of reality. There was one thing alone that propelled me forwards, making me stumble and scrape my knees as I fell at her side.

It was the slow thud of her heart and the way her lips formed a small smile as her eyes focused on me.

I didn’t hesitate as I tore her shirt open and yanked down her tank top, but the weeping stab wound above her left breast had a sob catching in my throat.

“Goddess, Breyona. Why did you come out this far?” I whispered and pressed my shirt against her chest, barely recalling when I took it off.

“I saw…I saw my wolf…” She croaked and licked her dry lips, which were now coated with a sheen of blood. I tried to shush her, but the words tumbled from her lips. “…she looked different.”

I stared down at my hands and remembered the glow that had taken over Rowena’s. She could use her magic to heal, which meant I could do the same. Maya didn’t speak the truth that lingered between us, that I might not be able to heal like Rowena could. Still, there was no other option. Rowena was too far away, and Breyona had minutes…possibly even seconds left.

There was no one that could help us in time. It was up to me, which meant there was no room for failure.

I threw my blood-soaked shirt across the grass and flattened my palms against her chest, trying to picture my own glow radiating from my skin. When that didn’t work, I closed my eyes and clawed at that smoky substance entangled with my soul.

I came up with nothing but the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears, and the anguish that came with failure.

“Lola…” Her voice was so quiet.

The sound of it held my heart in a vice grip and clenched with every raspy breath she took. I told her to be quiet, to let me fix this. Her blood coated my hands, and for once my stomach revolted at the sight. I couldn’t stand the look in her eyes, or the tear that trailed down her cheek because we both knew that I couldn’t fix this.

A branch snapped a few feet away, deep within the darkness of the forest. A sense of awareness tickled my spine, the same one I felt when that witch broke into our home.

with caution. I thought I could feel them hiding, responding to my rage as

could hear me, or how many there were. All I knew was that if her heart stopped, everyone involved

the feeling of being watched

“Lola, it’s alright…”

it was the understanding in

made me realize how far I was truly willing

f**k it is.”

stared through the darkness and called on the shadows that hid within it. With every ounce of force possible, I summoned them to my

just rage I felt when they

It was betrayal.

but only to get a better look. Still hidden within the dark, I could feel their anxiety and their hesitation. Not a single whisper filled

a deal with you!” I screamed into

into a lightning storm that raged in my chest. I screamed with each crack of electricity, until my throat grew hoarse, and I tasted the

everything good and safe was removed. It left my morals

I felt. “You took the only thing she had to protect herself, and now you won’t come and save

last gurgling breath. Acurrent skated over my skin, raising the

“Save. her. Life. Now.”

cover my head when every shadow lurking within the forest swarmed us. A dense fog void of color surrounded us, very much sentient, and watching. They encompassed Breyona until

ire as if it were my own. If they had answered me, had listened to my call I might’ve cared

thing I cared about currently was the girl I had known since I was a child-who accepted my half-assed apology for turning

as they lunged, they slunk

care. All that mattered was the wound on her chest was gone, leaving behind smooth skin. They took every drop the blood that trickled from

was easy enough. If I wasn’t furious and running on the fumes

something that never happened before. They were voyeurs, watching until they were called, never affected by what went on in the world around them. It was unusual that my emotions invoked a

the forest,

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