Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 166 – Razor thin branches slapped at our faces, stinging our ankles and any visible piece of skin. The darkness was all consuming, the shadows thick as they surrounded us like the heavy fabric of a cloak.

If only they protected us the way a cloak would, if only they offered their assistance as they had numerous times in the past.

In the past, they’d jump at the opportunity to be of service, to exact a price they saw most fitting. Their whispers would plague my mind, their slippery voices a haunting song of desperation, excitement, and longing.

I could hear their whispers, only this time they didn’t seem to be speaking to me, but to each other. Flinging them around the forest so quickly I couldn’t make out what the h**l they were saying.

“Wait a d**n second.” I panted, gritting my teeth together as Cassidy stepped on something sharp and snarled angrily. The scent of fresh blood was instant and made what I was about to say even more important. “Those were Vampires.”

Cassidy sucked in a sharp breath, swatting away the stray branches as they wacked her in the face. “As far as I’m concerned, just as scary as witches.” The whites of her eyes were visible as she glanced at Tristan, who ran in between us. “…no offense.”

“None taken.” He huffed. “You said the guy you stabbed was already d**d?”

I’d given him a rundown of what Cassidy had told me, even though I didn’t exactly understand what happened myself. Lars was d**d, yet undead? I knew without asking that magic was responsible, but it was a kind of magic I hadn’t learned about yet-and one I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“Sure was.” She replied, her voice thick and tinged with both nausea and fear. “He decomposed after I k****d him, but I swear I could smell him the second I walked through the door. I…I thought he left some meat out or something and it spoiled.”

Tristan nodded grimly, which looked odd considering we were still running like lunatics through the forest in the d**d of night. “That’s definitely the work of magic, which means the Vampire’s are working with witches. Or at least, some of them are.”

“Lola, maybe you should mind-link the warriors.” Cassidy huffed, increasing her pace even though she was barefoot and sporting a mini dress.

“Cordelia put a spell on the territory. It’s supposed to alert Asher and I if there’s a breach, but I don’t think it worked.” I replied, a bit reluctant to admit this second part. “I don’t want these Vampire’s k****d…which is exactly what the patrol teams will do.”

protruded from the ground. If it weren’t for Tristan’s quick

instead wracked my brain for a solution, for some strategy that would allow two werewolves and one vampire to apprehend not only six vampires, but a d**d/undead biker named Lars. This was one of those impossible situations only magic would solve, yet I had no clue how to call on the mysterious force that sometimes filled my body and made my skin

forest so dense that almost no moonlight could break

alone, but

around us were frantic, throwing whispers at rapid fire that I couldn’t even

but I was given this ability for a reason, and I’d be damned if I weren’t going to use it in times of dire need. I couldn’t rely on my

so that it carved through the

Tristan’s quickly morphed to understanding. It was that understanding that darkened his eyes and

you-” Cassidy began, her words faltering when I dug my heels into the ground and stumbled to a

the writhing mounds of darkness that hid behind the thick trees and large stones. “Why are

shadows can’t feel fear.” Tristan said, his eyes darting in all directions. I couldn’t tell if he were searching for the shadows, or for a

anything in return.” I told him, well aware that I was coming off as manic, but it wasn’t just our best option, it was our only

narrowed his eyes, scanning the forest line. “That’s not possible. They always have a price. Maybe they

have time for this, for Tristan and me to argue over something I was so

were no longer eager to make deals with me but were now

help us, d**n it!” I bellowed, balling

grip almost painful. I shoved him off, using some

genuine concern filling his eyes, turning them into

sound of shuffling grew closer, but it was Cassidy’s whimper that told me our chance

“Watch me.”

same horrible emotions I felt when I found Breyona d***g in that clearing was all too easy. Like it was hours ago, I could recall the fear, the utter hopelessness that had filled every corner of my