Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 211

I was so unfathomably tired of death.

The pale rider and I knew each other intimately. We were partners in a dance I no longer remembered the movements for, one I wished would end already but knew never would.

There were so many fallen wolves. So many families to contact, so many devastating blows to land.

Just as many, if not more, witches littered the ground.

They had friends, I‘m sure. Families that would wonder where they were or if they were ever coming back. They would be mourned by someone, somewhere.

It had taken me months to no longer have nightmares of my father‘s severed head tumbling from his shoulders, rolling across the ground in a sea of blood. Every

time I escaped the pull of a nightmare, a new one sprouted in its place, brought on by all of the death and carnage.

Even now, after all these months, I couldn‘t even look at grass without seeing flashes of it covered in blood.

I kept to Asher‘s side, shifting between human and wolf as I killed in both forms. Each life I took broke something inside of me that could never be fixed.

Asher was horrifically elegant in his wolf form, slashing throats and sinking his teeth into anything that wielded magic. He knew the dance moves, knew death much longer than I had. There were rare beings in this world born and bred to send people to the other side.

Asher was one of these beings. The more ! killed and slaughtered, the faster I realized that I was not.

So, I piggybacked off his strength and ferocity, letting his one–track mind

smother my feelings of regret and doubt.

We searched through the sea of crimson high and low looking for Ember, but she wasn‘t here.

I used my magic sparingly, diffusing some of the more powerful witches before they had a chance to kill any more of our warriors. I‘d just slashed through a miniature fucking tornado when I hesitated.

The witch that had conjured it was a child, barely a pre–teen.

Her face was round, her cheeks plump and flushed with blood. The rise and fall of her chest were heavy, spattered with blood that could‘ve easily been hers or someone else‘s. Seeing my hesitation, she blinked in surprise. Her lips opened to form a small‘o,‘ and her fingers twitched like she wasn‘t sure what to do next.

Staring at her through Maya‘s eyes, all I could think was that she wasn’t supposed

fighting on a battlefield against trained warriors. She should be starting high–school, frantic and on the verge of tears as she tried again and again to pick the perfect outfit

couldn‘t kill her, and my hesitation almost cost

of the innocence drained from her face as she twisted it into a sneer. Asher‘s voice bellowed

‘Lola, watch out!

as he barreled into the witch creeping up behind me, a curved blade

fur tackled the young witch and crushed her neck in its maw. The warrior dropped the

the fuck was that, Lola?‘ Asher panted, letting out a huff of hot air from his

The girl was laying there, gurgling as she choked on her own blood. Within seconds the light faded from her eyes, and the future she deserved was ripped out

her, Asher.‘ I whispered. ‘She‘s a child.‘

the girl down, his tail twitching as he saw the truth for himself. Despite his strength, he had a heart just like anyone else, and I could

and hold

is a child.‘ He replied softly.

my eyes, hearing nothing but the carnage that

choice but to face him when he brushed his snout along my

stop it. You have the power, Lola. Use it.

waiting for permission, or perhaps support, because the moment I had Asher‘s approval, magic crackled and

I knew

locked away

it pelted my face and arms, but the clothes I kept as I shifted into my human form, protected the

from the ground, twisting as they climbed higher and higher above our heads. Each one moved on my command, an extension of my body that reminded me of having over a dozen extra limbs. I swung my arms to the left, and the number

the sky, their arms pinned to

them, securing each one

down to the ground where they remained pinned in place. Witches scrambled to escape the roots I commanded left and right. I began to tire so quickly that I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying

I held on until the witches were driven back into the forest, chased far away

the forest, the town erupted in an orchestra of deafening howls. Snouts were turned towards the sky and victories were bellowed

at Asher, losing

did it.” He said, his voice oozing with warmth.

this was to end the fight, to stop the senseless killing. We had six witches that would now occupy the

my magic was supposed to get easier.” I grumbled. “It feels like

it a lot lately.” Asher

using it. I’ve got a town of

Cordelia we‘re going

still work to do. Once the Hemlock was delivered, we administered doses to the witches and brought them to