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.

this place on the way

from the forest. During the day, the park was downright cheery. There would

the place so desolate before, so ominous in a way I couldn’t quite pinpoint.

of oiling, squeaking in

away our surroundings. She shifted from foot to foot, shuddering from

line, but you’ll know it once you see it.” She said, her voice gradually quieting until

the forests edge, words escaped me. I turned away from my best-friend and headed in the direction

careful,

much as I wanted to, I couldn’t make promises that were

how much things had changed

on, the image of a blood-crusted femur bone would flash in my

all but daring a witch to

a long walk to find where Cordelia lost her life, but I had a feeling my sense of time was skewed

Moonlight streamed down on the patch of grass,

blood stain. Unable to help myself, an image of Cordelia came to mind, her lying helpless and wounded as she bled

my body. This time it wasn’t from the mate-bond, but from myself. I silently wondered how much more a heart could take before it seized up and stopped

we barely had anything more than a student- teacher relationship, but she was someone I trusted-someone I looked up to

that this was where she died, cold and alone,

fault, Lola.’ The irritating voice in the back of my head whispered, it’s words like freshly sharpened

it to shut the fuck up when the shadows, who had been watching my every move since leaving

there…by the tree.’

trek through the forest, choosing to keep their distance even more

strong inkling that they could sense. how close to the edge I was, and knew that with every passing second,

shadow slithered along the forest floor, gathering around the base of a particular tree. It was bigger than the rest, it’s roots more pronounced as

was a groove along one of the longer roots, a hint of the tree’s pale flesh peeking

but to step in her blood, wincing as I did so,

sigil…’ Maya whispered.

I’d almost thought she was unaffected by what

wasn’t the case.

possibility, no matter