Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Alpha Asher Novel [by Jane Doe] Chapter 204

This was bad.

The battle was no longer waging on the outskirts of town, not with our lack of numbers and the witch’s arsenal of weapons.

Many of the Vampire’s here weren’t hardened warriors but families without a home, desperate for somewhere safe to raise their children and watch them grow. Seeing as Asher and I refused to force anyone to fight, fearful they’d be k****d and ripped away from those they loved, it left us at a huge disadvantage.

Deacon had been right. That much was clear in the feverish way the witches fought, banding together in small groups as they used both magic and human weaponry to take us down. There had to be over a dozen of them, possibly more. They could’ve waited until the sun had risen and claimed this town as their own, but there was always that chance I wouldn’t be here.

It was a risk they chose not to take, and probably our only advantage.

The witches had silver, and plenty of it. Clutched in the hands of many were guns with plated bullets, daggers etched in the shimmering metal, and crossbows with tips coated in liquid moonlight.

“That’s right. Come and get me shadow mutt.” A voice spat, one that instantly ignited my rage.

Ember, surrounded by three other witches, was goading Breyona from the forest line. I couldn’t see my best-friend, but somehow I knew she was in there, watching and frothing at the mouth for a second chance at devouring the flame throwing witch she’d fought before.

A screech rang out, this one belonging to Dina as she flew through the air and made an attempt at k*****g Ember. Dina must’ve gotten the dagger from one of the witches, which she swung the moment she was within range. It was no ordinary blade, curling and forming the shape of a crescent moon, it’s edge uncomfortably sharp.

Ember bent backwards, her body arching in the same fashion as Dina’s stolen blade. For a moment, it looked like she might fall over. She narrowly missed losing her head, and as the dagger passed inches above her face, she straightened up and launched an attack that clipped Dina in the shoulder.

Dina’s shirt was singed and smoking, but the Vampire barely seemed to notice. She swung again, pushing forward when a beastly snarl exploded from the forest. Breyona materialized from pure shadow, her fur flickering and waving like the curls of smoke that wafted off Dina’s burnt flesh. She barreled into Ember and all three of the witches, sending them scattering.

Her maw had been open, revealing pearly white teeth that begged to be coated in blood. At the last second, Ember had thrust another witch in her place, who was instantly snatched into Breyona’s jaws and flung across the street, landing in a heap on someone’s front yard.

throwing orb after orb of flame, raising walls of it and launching them at Vampire and Werewolf alike. I had just locked eyes on Giovanni when a prickle of awareness raced up

in time to meet the wide-eyed gaze of a witch just

act, there was a blur of black and white, followed by a face identical

with a golden light that made my adrenaline spike. My uncle made quick work disarming her, then finished her off by thrusting the blade she carried into her

you doing, kid?” He barked, already moving onto the next

that sent me spiraling into action, but the dull flash of pain blossoming in my shoulder, burning red-hot the way all wounds created by silver did. What was worse was that the pain wasn’t my own. No, it flooded the

pain when I exploded into a mass of fur and teeth. Though my clothes had been torn to shreds, I could still

through the individual battles that were raging, past burning cars and trampled gardens. I followed the pull in my gut, the one that ran soul deep until I spotted the wolf whose fur was as dark

in his wolf form, fighting against multiple enemies, was a sight to

loved so much, like he truly was a wild animal with no thoughts other than to k**l and devour. There were four witches still surrounding him, one with a shield of pulsating energy flowing from her hands. Three lifeless

his shoulder blade. His fur glistened brighter there, and I knew even without the metallic scent filling the air, that he had been

b**n of silver gracing my fur-covered skin. As I slammed into the witches that surrounded

look on the witch’s face as her magic failed, obeying

bit down the moment it slid into place. The arm I had my teeth buried in belonged to the witch whose crossbow reeked of Asher’s blood. She tried to turn the weapon on me, to fire it at my face, but a crossbow wasn’t a suitable weapon for close combat. It thudded

scream was raspy and loud, but was quickly drowned out by the chaos,

flooded my head through the mind-link, gritty with determination as he

as the houses began to flit by. Colors

h**l are you?’ I

reply came instantly, as did

the houses…the one with the

droplets of rain. One witch in particular, an elemental from the looks of it, pulled most of the water towards her. It ran down the street in little streams, oozing through the