Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Alpha Asher Novel [by Jane Doe] Chapter 205

I didn’t hesitate to bound into the forest, chasing the sound of Breyona’s voice, the taste of her fear ripe on my tongue.

There was something wrong, something so very wrong with the way her voice coiled around my thoughts and squeezed the life out of them. It wasn’t through mind-link that I was hearing her, I was sure of it. No matter how hard I tried to dig past her wailing, to the connection that spanned between us, I just couldn’t.

Thoughts refused to form, each and every one shattering under the grip of her pleas.

‘It hurts, Lola! It hurts so bad—so bad.’ She sobbed and screamed.

I couldn’t think, not even to figure out where the h**l I was going or whether or not I should slow down.

The forest cracked and trembled beneath my feet. Limbs like outstretched arms reached to grab me, tearing away bits of my fur and drawing blood. Even the pain was dull, like it too was smothered by Breyona’s voice.

Suddenly, she went silent.

It should’ve occurred to me that the wrongness in the air went further than Breyona begging for her life, for her best friend to come and save her, but I was too slow at recognizing it.

Beams of moonlight speared through the treetops, hitting the ground in slender rays that gave off just enough light to keep from tripping over my own two feet. Shadows writhed and danced in the spaces in between, where the moonlight could not reach. The glint of silver blended in perfectly with both shadow and light, making it far too late for me to react in time.

I felt the sudden burst of pain before I scented the blood.

There was no stopping. Not with Breyona’s life on the line, not with that deafening silence so close to s********g me whole.

At first, I thought I’d been hit by a dagger thrown through the air, but the force behind it was hard enough to slice through flesh and muscle, all the way down to bone.

A second one hit, then a third, and a fourth.

I twisted my head to the side to catch a glimpse of an arrow protruding from my back. It was accompanied by three others, each one jutting from various places around my spine like the b****y barbs of a porcupine.

When a fifth hit, this one spearing me in between my ribs, Maya and I went down.

We bounced and skidded along the forest floor, kicking up rocks and dirt as we disrupted those silvery beams of moonlight. My fur was receding, sinking back into my body as my bones shrunk and contorted, bringing on another wave of fear. There was too much silver in my body to keep up my wolf form. It took one last desperate thought to make my clothing reappear as I landed in a broken, b****y heap of torn flesh and exposed bone.

I tasted blood, thick and dark, and instantly knew that this was

out with my mind

with her my connection to Asher and the rest of the pack. I was alone, without any way of contacting the others for help. Even my odd attachment to Breyona felt just

that scalded my flesh and sapped my strength, I forced myself onto my hands. My arms trembled painfully, wobbling so much that I had to grind my

keep me from blacking out. I had to get out of here before the witch that shot me caught

went blurry when I made it to my knees. A dull bite of pain gnawed at them when stone and earth dug into my flesh, but it was nothing compared to the feel of hot blood

moment I’d been blinking away sweat and

considering everything began to double and triple. Tree’s multiplied,

as being someone in charge. Wisps of dark hair peeked out beneath the hooded cloak she wore, but it did nothing to hide her face. Every single one of her features was hard, sharpened as though cruelty was the only

me and said nothing as

was a crossbow, loaded with an

that spawned on my face, the witch sneered. She curled her thin lips back and b***d her teeth, lowering herself to the dirt floor

got the upper hand on my pupils twice now, and twice they’ve been punished for their failure. Tessa and Ember are talented for their ages, but we cannot allow failure this far along.

the h**l she was saying. Something about training and those two witches, the ones that had chased us through the

colder than the shadows, began to fill my vision. They

a prisoner of war—which I had a feeling I’d soon become. Even on the verge of passing out, fear struck far swifter

be gone,

every single tree, and leave no stone unturned as he searched and searched like a madman on a

and tried to reign him back

That left one option.

let them take

darkness, to let my limbs grow numb as I fell to the cool earth. There would be no pain, no

the darkness, watching all of this unfold with heady interest, whispering in voices so fast I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Only a croak left my lips, a wet

as I coughed and

can head out. The sooner we get back, the faster we can get this done with.” The witch snapped. “And someone get a

my head, replaced by the animalistic urge to live, to survive and evade capture. I was a wolf, a beast, and huntress in my own right, but now—now I was no better

sound he’d make when he found all

said you wouldn’t leave,

over my shoulder as he watched me bleed and bleed and bleed. I could feel his fractured heart

work, k**l my people, and ruin my life? The families they’ve shattered were wounds that went even deeper than the ones on my body. They’d never stop, not until I was bound and shacked, my free will shredded and blowing