Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 216

I woke to the tang of blood in my mouth. and the stinging pain of something sharp prodding me in the ass.

“Agh.” I hissed in pain.

Turning onto my side, which wasn’t any better, I felt around blindly for the perpetrator. My fingers froze when I registered the gritty substance covering the floor-the ground, I mean.

It was dirt, scraggly and moist as it became compacted under my nails. Just about every muscle in my body ached like I’d ran a marathon. I tried to push past that pain, stretching out my senses until my eyes decided too corporate.

Cold lapped at my bare skin, grazing places that should’ve been covered by clothing but most definitely weren’t. If I had to guess, I might’ve assumed I was outside somewhere but that couldn’t be possible.

Other than the heavy pants of my breathing, there was nothing but silence. If I were outside, I should’ve been able to hear crickets chirping and leaves crunching beneath the feet of the smaller forest dwellers. There was none of that, not even the whoosh of wind passing through treetops.

My fingers trailed over something long and hard, and I grunted as I finally found the object that had been jabbing me.

“What the hell? Is that a twig?” I grunted, smacking my lips as I struggled to speak.

The tang of blood coating my tongue felt… off. There was something abnormal about it, but I couldn’t pinpoint it at the moment. 2

It was a stick in my hand, I was sure of it.

The surface was rough like bark, but damp as though the early morning mist had already passed through.

Finally, I was able to crack my eyes open. The only source of light was the silver marble hovering in the sky, making it easy to adjust to my surroundings. My eyes latched onto the stick in my hand, only it wasn’t a stick.

I gasped, flinging the jagged femur bone into a patch of brush.

Bits of bloody flesh clung to my fingertips, picking up dirt as I scrambled onto all fours and whipped my head around.

No, this can’t be what she saw. 1

They were everywhere, scattered in a perfect ring around where I’d woken up. Animals, dead animals. Their blood watered the earth, soaking it in a sea of crimson so severe that even the starving soil failed to soak it all up.

mouth with the acrid taste of bile, was that most of

shreds, limbs ripped from torsos and heads clawed

were pieces of deer, elk, foxes, even a

from in between flashes of crimson were the milky white shards of broken bones. Among

eyes struggled to grasp what I saw. The information simply wasn’t registering, smothered by shock and the realization that

animal blood, and from the taste, it had come from more

my face, its milky eyes burning into me. Its stare

the jagged piece of its spinal column that

begin shaking until a flash of red hit my peripheral and

panic wasn’t that I was naked, but that I was covered in blood. My neck, all the way down to

out on instinct. ‘Fuck, Asher. You need to answer me, you

to go without stepping over the mutilated bits of

by a wall of pure agony, of horror so

staring at my blood-covered face

the same ungodly stench as the decapitated animals. I knew the truth, and there was nothing I could do but accept it and let it smother

I’d slaughtered them, and then, to make matters even

much I begged and pleaded, Asher wasn’t answering. My words weren’t even getting across. I knew if I didn’t do something soon,

crossed my mind and cried

I need

hands over my mouth to hold back another wave of

are you?’ My best-friends voice echoed

Asher, we were together. How did I end up

me through to you. Okay, Lola? I’ll be able to tell where you

the shadows to come to you. It’s- it’s going to be okay. It’s all going to be okay.’ She chanted, but the edge in her

even though she wasn’t here to see

whispered, shutting my eyes, and succumbing to

air cleave in two as my best-friend appeared in her shadow beast form. Her paws slammed into the ground, kicking up tendrils of shadow that evaporated into thin air. The sound of flesh tearing in two was abrupt and made me flinch, but not a second later a pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders and helped bring me

wide as they darted around the ring of slaughtered

don’t know. I don’t fucking know. I can’t remember. Goddess, why can’t

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