Alpha Asher by Jane

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. 

had come to a stop. The slam of car doors. was quiet in comparison to everything else, drowned out

curls flitted past as

into Giovanni’s  arms. She tangled her fingers in his hair and let out her sigh

I imagine we all had the same

more Vampire’s were traversing the cluttered streets to the center of the safe haven, to the  community center that served as a sort of Town Hall. Children clutching ash stained stuffed animals padded behind their mother’s and father’s,

  much about?” A refined and almost

the two of them. Tristan made

said as a warning and not a

  the woman with soft blonde hair and an  upturned

and black pumps. There wasn’t  a single curl on her

disdain melting into one festering pool that I did not have the

our new Monarch. Lola, isn’t it?” She purred, the obliviousness in her voice as flimsy

barely spared her a glance.

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

everything else. Tristan’s mother’s reply was shrill and fell on deaf ears. One 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

reduced to rubble in  the

that wasn’t nearly

through mind-link, feeling him stiffen

empty words were not worth

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

They clung to my face the most, and I wondered if he was naturally this curious or if he

here, and you didn’t have to come. It

had a talent for ignoring the things she found unimportant, because she didn’t seem to notice the tension in the air or how all of it radiated

my ears like the vicious flames that had eaten through over half of the houses here.

the damage and death the witches had 

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 other day. She might not be concerned with us

he

“Lucinda.” 1 

was Tristan’s  father approached. His hand was on his  wife’s shoulder, but he wasn’t looking

You’ve got to calm down. The  shadows are

the mind  link, but it was

normal. Many of the

of a million little eyes hit my skin

and there they were. There were thousands of them, perhaps even more. Within every nook and cranny, crawling over every piece of this earth that the moonlight failed to reach, the shadows writhed. They crawled beneath smashed cars

few brave ones slithered across the  ground and circled around my feet, whispering sweet words of vengeance

holding her tongue is not one of them.” Tristan’s father said in  a

mother, scowled

about it more than we do. Seeing it like this is not easy for her.” Asher’s voice dropped low, and anyone

pooling around my feet with eyes of ice. Her lips twisted and puckered,

indignantly, then yelped and stumbled back when a few tendrils of shadow got too close for her liking. “Honestly, your father

my neck cracked as my