Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 218

“Lola-Lola, wait! Where are you going?” Breyona called out, her voice echoing down the empty hallway.

I turned, remembering that I actually didn’t know where I was going. All I knew was that I needed to do something, anything to smother the pain holding me in its serrated grip.

“Where was Cordelia’s body found?” I asked impatiently.

Beneath the pain, a small wave of guilt washed over me. This wasn’t Breyona’s fault. She’d been through just as much as I had, and it wasn’t right to take my frustrations out on her.

“I-I can just take you there if you want. I’m meeting up with Giovanni anyway…you know, to help find Asher.” She tacked the second part on quietly.

It was a bit grating the way everyone was walking on eggshells around me, like I was a bomb whose timer was slowly ticking away. Staring into Breyona’s eyes, watching the warm flecks of brown deepen in color, made me realize that since her parents were murdered, that was how everyone’s been treating her as well.

If there was one person who understood, it was Breyona.

“Perfect. Let’s go.” I replied, softening my tone.

I had to bite back a snarl when a wave of pain vibrated down the mate-bond.

Even without grandma’s side of things, I would’ve never believed that Asher had…had done what he did of his own accord. It went against everything he believed in and stood for. More than anything I wanted to soothe his pain, but all I could hear were my dad’s words rattling in my skull.

I needed to find the witch first, then I would go to Asher.

I’d take every ounce of his pain, piece every broken shard back together again and bind them with the love I had for him. Love that hadn’t faded in the slightest despite the fact that his body was the weapon that killed my brother.

“If you guys find Asher, keep him safe for me, okay? Tell him I know what happened and that it wasn’t his fault.”

Breyona’s grief-stricken eyes softened as she nodded. “Of course, Lola.”

Once outside, Breyona was quick to shift and bend the shadows around our forms, propelling us through darkness that spat us out nearly fifteen minutes away from the hospital.

We stood in the mulch of a children’s playground, and while I didn’t recognize the jungle gym, I did recognize the surrounding park. The clusters of square hedges and yellow wildflowers stood out like a beacon, even in the dark.

passed this place on the way to speak with Tessa in

of the slide and monkey bars was muted by the cover of darkness. radiating from the forest. During the day, the park was downright cheery. There would always be

place so desolate before, so ominous in a way I couldn’t quite

breeze were in need of oiling, squeaking in tune

sucking my attention away our surroundings. She shifted from foot to foot, shuddering from

it once you see it.” She said, her voice gradually quieting until it became a whisper. “There’s…there’s still a lot of

that I’d be safe, but the moment I locked eyes with the shadows lingering along the forests edge, words

“Please be careful, Lola.”

heard Breyona say, and as much as I

trees, I thought about how much things had changed and

and with every branch I stepped on, the image of a blood-crusted femur bone would flash in

was all but daring a witch

to find where Cordelia lost her life, but I had a

streamed down on the patch of grass, illuminating the large spot of

entered the clearing, skirting around the edges of the blood stain. Unable to help myself,

time it wasn’t from the mate-bond, but from myself. I silently wondered how much more a heart could take before

was someone I trusted-someone I looked up to and wanted good things for. There was a kindness to her, an inner light that reminded me

died,

of my head whispered, it’s words like freshly sharpened razor

up when

‘Over there…by the tree.’

through the forest, choosing to keep their distance even more so

could sense. how close to the edge I was, and knew that with every passing second, my foot

shadow slithered along the forest floor, gathering around the base of a particular tree. It was bigger than the rest, it’s roots more pronounced as

a hint of the tree’s pale flesh peeking

choice but to step in her blood, wincing as I did so, to get

sigil…’ Maya

her since waking up in the forest. I’d almost thought she was unaffected by what happened, but hearing

knew that wasn’t the

no matter how small, that we were the ones who killed