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.

began to change. It wasn’t perfectly trimmed, identical to every other house in 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

giggled and clapped her

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

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

to Asher. The connection between us wasn’t at its strongest, but it was enough to get

and wondering where the hell I am, but I’m here. I’m alive and safe…for the most part. All of that

could practically feel his eyes turn my way, centering down the length of the bond where my presence

He growled. The sound was low and danced along the mate-bond, forcing a shudder down my spine that sent my 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. ‘Where are you and

at the house. Don’t tell

faded into nothingness, it’s absence a reminder that I hadn’t been able

me my life, but despite what she had done, I didn’t want any harm to come

I told Brandon, who replied with a

the last seconds of my life burning someone you love to

it.” I replied, sighing

and Brandon were either going to flourish together or destroy the world. There would be no

The whisper of cold air against my skin was

this way I felt like I was doing something

I need you to hide the four of us, and our scents. Think you can do that?” Ember called

Whenever she hit a patch of mud and slid, she’d

she made a series of gestures, waving it through the darkness like she was trying to catch a butterfly.

up at her, my stomach turning as a dark thought popped

I mean, she’s just a child. She can’t possibly understand everything that’s going

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