Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 216

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.

most sickening part-the part that twisted my stomach into knots and filled my mouth with the acrid taste of bile, was that

shreds, limbs ripped from torsos and heads clawed from the rest of

foxes, even a couple of

white shards of broken bones. Among the mix was the femur

I saw. The information

animal blood, and from the taste, it

head sat just five feet away from my face, its milky eyes burning into me. Its stare felt accusatory, like it knew what I had done

of its horns were coated in blood, matching the jagged piece

didn’t begin shaking until a flash of red

that I was covered in blood. My neck, all

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

to go without stepping over the mutilated bits

of pure agony, of horror so strong that

my blood-covered face in the

decapitated animals. I knew the truth, and there

killed these animals. I’d slaughtered them, and then, to make matters

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

face that crossed my mind and cried out

Breyona, I need

my mouth to hold

Goddess-oh my goddess, where are you?’ My best-friends voice echoed in my mind, silencing my panic

with Asher, we were together. How did I end up out here?’ I stammered,

Lola? I’ll be able to tell

okay.’ She chanted, but

she wasn’t here

my eyes, and succumbing to the maelstrom inside of my

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

they darted around the ring of slaughtered animals. “…what

fucking know. I can’t remember. Goddess,

yanked me forward into her

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