Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 212

Chapter 212 

We left that day for the safe haven, not bothering to pack or say goodbye to our families. 

It didn’t matter that I was on the verge of passing out, not when the place we promised would remain safe had been attacked. There was no more time to wait. I needed to use my magic to protect them, and I needed to do it now. 

Asher gave me enough of his blood to keep me standing up right. The only pit stop we made before peeling out of town was to pick up Tristan and Giovanni. Now that the sun was finally setting, they could safely leave the house. 

I cried out with relief when Giovanni  passed two blood bags into my hands and  quickly tore into them. It wasn’t nearly  enough, but it would have to be. 

We were just under a mile away and already I could tell something had happened. Smoke lingered in the air, crisp and heavy like someone had started a very large bonfire. Even coasting down the main road, the gouges in the forest were visible. Trees were knocked down  and bushes trampled into the dirt. It looked like a pack of very large beasts had charged through at full force. 

I wasn’t at all prepared for what I saw  when we arrived. 

There wasn’t a single part of me that thought the safe haven would survive an attack without any damage, but beyond all reasonable belief, I had clung to the hope that the damage would be minimal. 

We rolled down the main road intersecting the town slowly, giving me plenty of time to scour every single shred of damage the witches had done. 

From the number of houses that had scorch marks licking up the sides, it was clear Ember had been here. 

So many of them were crumbling, halfway torn down with families hiding inside, clinging to the shadows as the last hints of sunlight faded. 

It grew worse as we neared the center, so  much worse. 

Bodies were lined in neat rows, covered in white sheets stained grey with ash. There weren’t many, perhaps only a dozen, but it didn’t matter. Those twelve carried the same weight as a hundred as a thousand, would. 

The sidewalks and street were streaked  with black marks, kissed by Ember’s  flame as she pillaged the town. Cars were turned over, some halfway crumpled and smoking. The stench of burnt motor oil hung in the air, mixing with the scent of  death. 

Tristan cursed, and Giovanni made a  sound of agreement. 

“Fuck, my mother and father are here.” 

I craned my head to stare at him in the 

back seat. If we weren’t surrounded by so much carnage and death, I might’ve  laughed at how absurd he looked  crammed in the backseat with Giovanni. 

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked.  Giovanni snorted. “If you think Tristan is  unpleasant, wait until you meet his  mother.” 

I glanced at Tristan, waiting for him to snap or explode on Giovanni, but instead he actually nodded in agreement. 

There was nothing to say that would ease their discomfort. In truth, I wasn’t too worried about Tristan’s family or what opinions his mother would have. Seeing  what happened here with my own eyes, it outweighed everything else. 

Asher’s hand grazed my own, his fingers sliding in between mine. I glanced away from the carnage and into his eyes, not realizing how close I was to plummeting until I felt his presence glide down the mate-bond and into my troubled mind. 

‘It doesn’t matter how many times they destroy this place. We will rebuild.’ He promised, his eyes severe and set in  stone. 

More than anything, I wanted it to be enough, but it wasn’t. 

doors. was quiet in comparison to everything else, drowned out by the weight of the stares falling

curls flitted

in his hair

the next to approach. I imagine we all had the

a sort of Town

the safe haven we’ve heard so  much about?” A refined and almost nasal 

as he turned. Dina and Spence locked eyes, something private passing between the two of them. Tristan made

as a warning and not a greeting.

even noticed her standing there,  the woman with soft blonde hair and

  a single curl on her head that was out of 

to my face, recognition and disdain melting into one festering pool that I did not have the energy

new Monarch. Lola, isn’t it?” She purred, the

barely spared her

throat. “Considering you’re on her land, why don’t you show some goddamn respect and call her by her title?”

after another, emotions impaled me in the chest. The longer I assessed the damages, the more I realized how long it would take to restore this place to

rubble in 

her bird chest. Her voice lowered to a whisper that wasn’t

told Asher through mind-link, feeling

empty words were not

few feet away, clinging to the side of a man who had the  same facial features as Tristan. His hair  was much darker, but his deep-set eyes, angular nose, and pouty lips were identical. The little girl was the spitting image of Tristan’s mother, only younger and not nearly as sour. She waved

to my face the most, and I wondered if he was

didn’t have to come. It wasn’t like this before.”

oblivious or had a talent for ignoring the things she found unimportant, because she didn’t seem to notice

vicious flames that had eaten through over half of the houses

and death the witches had  caused, all with Tristan’s mother  bleating in the background.

lips at her son. “Not very safe, is it? What a pity. I was so hoping we could live here, but I won’t risk your  sister’s life when it’s clear this place is undergoing attacks every

he wasn’t looking

“Lucinda.” 1 

hand was on his  wife’s shoulder,

got to calm down. The  shadows

mind  link, but it was faint, muffled by white noise

more attention, it  seemed darker than normal. Many of the streetlights were destroyed, but even the few that remained did little to illuminate the ground

pinprick of a million little eyes hit

of them, perhaps even more. Within every nook and cranny, crawling over every piece

  ground and circled around my feet, whispering sweet words of vengeance

not one of them.” Tristan’s father said in  a calm voice, one

mother, scowled

this is not easy for her.” Asher’s voice dropped low, and anyone with ears could

of ice. Her lips twisted and puckered, deepening the

said indignantly, then yelped and stumbled back when a few tendrils of shadow got too close for her liking. “Honestly, your father couldn’t control those things either. Disgusting, foul

cracked as my  head snapped in

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