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.

how many times I’d passed this place on the way to speak with Tessa in

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

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

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

her throat, sucking my attention away our surroundings. She shifted from foot to foot, shuddering from the cold breeze even though her werewolf genes protected her from the brunt

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

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,

be careful, Lola.”

thing I heard Breyona say, and as much as I

much things had changed and how being careful was no longer an

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

but daring a witch to come out and attack

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

streamed down on the patch of grass, illuminating the large spot of blood that had long ago soaked into

of the blood stain. Unable to help myself, an

of pain wracked my body. This time it wasn’t from the mate-bond, but from myself. I silently wondered how much more a

trusted-someone I looked up

died, cold

head whispered, it’s words like

seconds away from fully descending into madness by telling it to shut the fuck up when the

there…by the tree.’

shadows hadn’t spoken a word the entire trek through the forest, choosing to keep their

I was, and knew that with every passing second,

gathering around the base of a particular tree. It was bigger than the rest, it’s roots

longer roots, a hint of the

step in her blood, wincing as I did so,

a sigil…’ Maya

the first I’d heard from her since waking up in the forest. I’d almost thought

knew that wasn’t the case.

was afraid, terrified that there was some possibility, no matter how small, that we were the ones who killed