Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 218

“Lola-Lola, wait! Where are you going?” Breyona called out, her voice echoing down the empty hallway.

I turned, remembering that I actually didn’t know where I was going. All I knew was that I needed to do something, anything to smother the pain holding me in its serrated grip.

“Where was Cordelia’s body found?” I asked impatiently.

Beneath the pain, a small wave of guilt washed over me. This wasn’t Breyona’s fault. She’d been through just as much as I had, and it wasn’t right to take my frustrations out on her.

“I-I can just take you there if you want. I’m meeting up with Giovanni anyway…you know, to help find Asher.” She tacked the second part on quietly.

It was a bit grating the way everyone was walking on eggshells around me, like I was a bomb whose timer was slowly ticking away. Staring into Breyona’s eyes, watching the warm flecks of brown deepen in color, made me realize that since her parents were murdered, that was how everyone’s been treating her as well.

If there was one person who understood, it was Breyona.

“Perfect. Let’s go.” I replied, softening my tone.

I had to bite back a snarl when a wave of pain vibrated down the mate-bond.

Even without grandma’s side of things, I would’ve never believed that Asher had…had done what he did of his own accord. It went against everything he believed in and stood for. More than anything I wanted to soothe his pain, but all I could hear were my dad’s words rattling in my skull.

I needed to find the witch first, then I would go to Asher.

I’d take every ounce of his pain, piece every broken shard back together again and bind them with the love I had for him. Love that hadn’t faded in the slightest despite the fact that his body was the weapon that killed my brother.

“If you guys find Asher, keep him safe for me, okay? Tell him I know what happened and that it wasn’t his fault.”

Breyona’s grief-stricken eyes softened as she nodded. “Of course, Lola.”

Once outside, Breyona was quick to shift and bend the shadows around our forms, propelling us through darkness that spat us out nearly fifteen minutes away from the hospital.

We stood in the mulch of a children’s playground, and while I didn’t recognize the jungle gym, I did recognize the surrounding park. The clusters of square hedges and yellow wildflowers stood out like a beacon, even in the dark.

place on the way

bright paint of the slide and monkey bars was muted by the cover of darkness. radiating from the forest. During the day, the park was downright cheery. There would

before, so ominous in

in need of oiling, squeaking in tune to the merry-go-round, creating a song that

foot to foot, shuddering from the cold breeze even though her werewolf genes

you’ll know it once you see it.” She said, her voice gradually quieting until it became a whisper. “There’s…there’s still

and that I’d be safe, but the moment I locked eyes with the shadows lingering along the forests edge, words escaped me. I turned away from my best-friend and headed in the direction she pointed me in, feeling the air

be careful,

as I wanted to, I couldn’t

thought about how much things had changed and how being

bone would flash in my mind. I kept my eyes

a witch to come

to find where Cordelia lost her life, but I had a feeling my sense of

large enough to fit two full-grown wolves. Moonlight streamed down on the patch

entered the clearing, skirting around the edges of the blood stain. Unable to help myself, an image of Cordelia came to mind, her lying helpless and wounded

the mate-bond, but from myself. I silently wondered how much more a

she was someone I trusted-someone I looked up to and wanted good things for. There was a kindness to her, an inner light that reminded me of my grandma in so

died, cold and alone, only

head whispered, it’s words like freshly sharpened razor blades against

up when the shadows, who had been

the

word the entire trek through the forest, choosing

how close to the edge I was, and knew that

than the rest, it’s roots more pronounced as they

a groove along one of the longer roots, a hint

no choice but to step in her blood, wincing as I did so, to get a closer

sigil…’

heard from her since waking up in the forest. I’d almost thought she was unaffected by what happened, but hearing her

wasn’t

possibility, no matter how small, that we were the ones who killed