Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 219

Instantly, I could tell that I had no control over this form. Thoughts drifted through its head, flowing like a winding stream, but I couldn’t tap into them. The terrain was too

rocky, too tumultuous to allow me to get any closer. Instead, I was left with whatever stray thoughts washed ashore and the emotions that followed them.

I stood on the shoulder of a narrow, winding road. Clusters of trees surrounded me like a cage, spanning up and up and up to kiss a sky full of stars and to bask in rays of silver moonlight. By all accounts, it was beautiful, but there was a sourness to the fresh air that felt an awful lot like foreboding.

Sensations battered me left and right. Sounds and colors were duller, not as vibrant as what I was used to. The sheer cold of the air against my skin was numbing, carving through the flowing skirt and buttoned blouse I wore.

A single emotion was all I could snag, and it filled every crevice of this body until it’s joints began to ache.

Cordelia was worried.

I looked back at my car, a Nissan that had seen better days. Somehow I knew that she’d taken a beating on the long drive to the pack all those months ago, but that she was in good enough shape to run.

Which is why, as I stood there on the shoulder of the road, I knew that there was no reason the engine should’ve stalled. The minute I pulled over and lifted the hood to inspect it, another wave of emotion trickled through this body, along with a harrowing realization.

Somehow, I knew that magic had been involved.

It was dull, but there was a fragrant sort of darkness that tainted the air and mixed with the pungent smell of the exhaust.

A branch snapped just beyond the guard rail, too far within the darkness of the forest for the human eyes I stared through to make out. There were no other sounds, but the feeling of being watched, it was strong enough that anyone would take notice.

Much like the familiar rush of my own magic, a pulse of electrifying energy swirled in my stomach, but it carried with it something dour.

Just then, a pair of eyes gleamed from within the forest, right where the crack of tree branches had sounded. They were round and golden, peering through the darkness to where I stood.

“You do not frighten me.” My mouth moved, but it wasn’t my voice that came out. It was Cordelia’s. “I have lived a long life, but you are mistaken if you think I’ll part this world willingly.”

The branches shifted again, only this time the cracking worsened. Trees bowed as the wind kicked up, cold enough to make me shudder. Another wave of magic and I somehow knew that I needed to leave this place right now or something bad would happen.

I waited for my heart to leap through my chest, but the feeling never came. In fact, Cordelia felt oddly calm all things considered.

This was the first time I’d felt Cordelia’s magic for myself, and the intimacy between her and her gift was incredible. It was like an instrument she’d crafted with her own two hands and spent the last decade mastering all on her own. There was a fondness between the two, a mutual sort of respect that was astonishing.

Moving as quickly as a human could, I grabbed the charms around my neck and plucked the right one from the mess of tangled chains. The amber bottle was no larger than a quarter, but the oil inside was strong and fragrant.

It was the scent of autumn, of crisp leaves and spices, carrying notes of elderberry and holly.

It was warm against my pointer finger, it’s heat never once fading, as though the wind couldn’t touch it.

Hastily, I began to draw a sigil on the hood of the car. Lines crossed left and right, surrounded by a ring of two circles that overlapped one another.

in the best of situations. Magic sparkled in the oil like specks of silver, but it wasn’t as strong

the driver’s side of the car and hopped inside, forcing it into drive before slamming on the gas and

my stomach, and

was going, another thought floated to the surface of Cordelia’s mind.

guards. They’d believe me when I said I was being

car began sputtering just ten minutes later,

damage earlier, smoke now spewed from the car in thick waves, clouding the sky and temporarily blotting out the moon.

flicker of panic broke through the stream of Cordelia’s thoughts,

collapsing against the curb as it let out a final gut-wrenching gasp

small field outside the driver’s side window, then turned to look out the passengers. There was a small park, completely desolate this late at night. There were no writhing tendrils of shadows in the forest, only unending darkness, the kind a human-witch or

to what I was looking for until I pulled out a cellphone. I jammed my finger into the power

I huffed, hearing Cordelia’s voice rather

more, I peered out at the forest and the park, looking down the long stretch of road I was on, hoping I could make the walk, but somehow knowing that I

in the future, and the other in

out of this car, something bad is

hand that opened the door, along with a gust of acceptance that swelled

sound. Every crunch of cold

eyes everywhere, it felt like. Hiding in the trees along the road, buried in the mulch of the playground, in the hedges that lined the paved pathways in

my head, my hand snaking up to grasp an amulet I didn’t know

tonight, I will accept my fate,

to walk alongside the road, following it back into town where I knew the prison was located. It didn’t take long for the feeling of being spied on to grow to the point of panic. There wasn’t a joint in my body that didn’t ache, and I knew that I wouldn’t last long like this, especially on the main road.

They straddled the median, rod straight and unmoving, but I could feel the cold, calculating gaze

chin, unafraid of what was to come, when a

hit me at the last minute. There was no way out of this, not in this aging body with the limited magic at its

and I dashed into the forest. The stinging pain of branches lashing my face was numbed by the cold. The creeping sensation of being watched-being followed, continued to grow, slowly closing in on me like a vice I

it far, but some distant part of me

body began to tire at an

body refused to respond. The ground rose up to meet me, invisible claws yanking me down as I fell. The impact knocked the air from

and then out, pushing past the pain for a taste of oxygen. All the while, I stared up

place to die.” A voice said, one that felt familiar in the same way a dream felt familiar.

from the shadows, but not nearly enough to tell who was speaking. Their

surfaced was purely my own. I thrashed in this new, unfamiliar body, angry when it refused to respond to me. The witch

such thing. Instead, we tilted our head up,

to push us to

but by pure will alone,

voice chuckled, silky and smooth

it couldn’t be. Someone whose heart was black with darkness wouldn’t sound so kind-so understanding.