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.

lungs rattled like they were full of liquid. I tasted blood, thick and dark, and instantly knew that this was not

reached out with my mind and felt

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 out of reach, so close that I could graze it with blood

sapped my strength, I forced myself onto my hands. My arms trembled painfully, wobbling so much that I had to grind my teeth together to keep from

out, I breathed. Each time picturing Asher, using his face as an anchor to keep me from blacking out. I had to get out of here

stone and earth dug into my flesh, but it was nothing compared to the feel of

I’d been blinking away sweat and

considering everything began to double and triple. Tree’s multiplied, then died off, vanishing so quickly

but it did nothing to hide her face. Every single one of

and said

was a crossbow, loaded with

curled her thin lips back and b***d her teeth, lowering herself to the dirt floor like she

been punished for their failure. Tessa and Ember are talented for their ages, but we cannot allow failure this

could barely understand what the h**l she was saying. Something about training and those two

mouth, seeping into my clothes, and running down my chest. Splotches of darkness, far colder than the shadows, began to fill my vision. They grew and multiplied, each one

a prisoner of war—which I had a feeling I’d soon become. Even on the verge of passing

I’d be gone, lost a second time and Asher would be

tree, and leave no stone unturned

on his wolf as the people we loved surrounded him and tried to reign him back in. It wouldn’t work,

That left one option.

let them take

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

mouth to call out to the shadows that thrashed and writhed in 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 one that was chased by a splatter of blood bubbling

I coughed and

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

head, replaced by the animalistic urge to live, to survive and evade capture.

heard Asher’s roar in my mind, the ragged sound he’d make when he

you wouldn’t leave,

he were standing right here, hovering over my shoulder as he watched me bleed and bleed and bleed. I could feel his fractured heart like it were my own, and the feeling of hopelessness that

and ruin my life? The families they’ve shattered were wounds that went even deeper than the