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.

how many times I’d passed this place on the way to speak

During the

desolate before, so

in need of oiling, squeaking in

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

line, but you’ll know it once you see it.” She said, her voice gradually quieting until it

moment I locked eyes with the shadows lingering along the forests edge, words

“Please be careful, Lola.”

I heard Breyona say, and as much as

thought about how much things had

flash in my mind. I kept my eyes peeled, staring through the darkness, embracing every cell in my body that reminded me what I was: A fucking

I was all but daring a witch to come out and attack

walk to find where Cordelia lost her life, but I had a feeling my sense of time was

clearing up ahead, barely large enough to fit two full-grown wolves. Moonlight streamed down on the patch of grass, illuminating the large spot of blood that had long ago soaked into

clearing, skirting around the edges of the blood stain. Unable to help myself, an image of Cordelia came to mind, her lying helpless and wounded as she bled

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

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

know that this was where she died, cold and alone,

whispered, it’s words like freshly sharpened razor blades against my skin.

up when the shadows, who had been watching my every

‘Over there…by the tree.’

word the entire trek through the

was, and knew that with

of a particular tree. It was bigger than the rest, it’s roots more pronounced as they crawled across the

groove along one of the longer roots, a hint of

in her blood, wincing

sigil…’ Maya

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

knew that

afraid, terrified that there was some possibility, no matter how