Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 237

“You’re wondering how we’ve managed to stay on your lands this entire time without anyone noticing.” Ember spoke softly, Angelica’s hand clutched in her own as she led the child in between houses to where the backyard was.

Tall picket fences divided the properties, each one the same uniform shape, height, and color. With the moon as our guide, Ember led us to the back of the property, right where the forest met the neatly trimmed grass.

“She’s not the only one wondering that.” Brandon muttered sourly, casting a glare in Ember’s direction.” This entire time I thought you brought me to some witchy village.”

“Freya told me to bring you to her, and this just so happened to be where she was.” Ember fired back.

Angelica giggled, watching the two of them with curious eyes that shimmered brightly even in the dark. My only option was to intervene before they could descend into a full-blown argument. We’d be here all night if that was the case..

“How have you been able to stay here for so long without anyone noticing? Someone should’ve been able to pick up mine and Brandon’s scents.” I said, wondering why even now I failed to pick anything up.

Right as we reached the forest line, Ember tugged Angelica to a stop. The little girl whipped around, a knowing grin on her face.

“You don’t have to cloak the house anymore, Angelica. If we’re going to play, you’ll need all your strength, yeah?” Ember said, lowering herself to the girl’s height.

Angelica tapped her chin in thought for a moment before nodding, a look of agreement on her cherub face.

“Okay.” She giggled.

The air around Angelica began to shimmer, like it had been embedded with shards of diamond. It grazed the bare skin of my arms, sending little electrical pulses of magic through my flesh. Angelica waved her hands, a self-satisfied smile on her face when the space surrounding the house and fence began to ripple and change.

The entire length of the fence began to darken in color. Splotches of mold grew across the wood like wisps of moss. A quiet grinding sound filled the air as some began to c*ack and splinter. The baby blue paneling of the house changed as well, warping as spiderwebs of mildew began crawling across its surface. The shudders began to fall, their paint peeling as the scraps fluttered to the ground.

the neighborhood. Weeds sprouted in heavy clusters, growing higher and higher until they practically reached our knees. Poor Angelica was swallowed by them, only her head of golden hair visible through the

and clapped

us hidden.” I said, somewhat amazed. There was one thing bothering me, though. “What happened to this place? It’s practically falling apart. None

everything…even houses.” Ember said, her voice low and ominous. She peeled her eyes away from the house, and as she did

to reach out to Asher. The connection

sure you’re pis*ed and wondering where the hell I am, but I’m here. I’m alive and safe…for the most part. All of that aside there’s something I need you

that made my skull rattle. I could practically feel his eyes turn my way, centering down the length of the bond where my presence called out to

thoughts veering in the wrong direction. Holding the connection was sapping the little strength I had. Asher, sensing the drop in my energy, quickly replied.

meet me back at the house. Don’t tell them

barely managed to get those words out before losing my grip on the link between us. Asher’s voice faded into nothingness, it’s absence a reminder that I hadn’t been able to mention Ember and

but despite what she had done, I didn’t want any harm to come to her. I’d

told Brandon, who replied with

burning someone you love to a crisp. Got it?” Ember hissed under

it.” I replied, sighing

Brandon were either going to flourish together or destroy the world.

muddy earth squelching beneath our feet. The whisper of cold air against my skin was a pleasant reminder that I was no longer locked

still counting seconds, but this way I felt like I was doing something

start the game. I need you to hide the four of us, and our scents. Think you can do

terrain. Whenever she hit a patch of mud and slid, she’d grab onto Brandon, nearly

free hand, she made a series of gestures, waving it through the darkness like

my stomach turning as a dark thought popped

she’s just a child. She

blew softly into her palm. A small ball of flame sputtered to life, illuminating where we stood in the darkness. The light flickered and waned, dancing as its