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.

many times I’d passed this place on the way

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 families out and about, pushing strollers and toting around squealing

never seen the place so desolate before, so ominous in

in the breeze were in need of oiling, squeaking in

foot, shuddering

you’ll know it once you see it.” She said, her voice

the moment I locked eyes with the shadows lingering along the forests edge, words escaped me. I turned away from my best-friend and headed in

“Please be careful, Lola.”

much as I wanted to, I couldn’t make promises that were

much things had

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

all but daring a witch to come out and

Cordelia lost her life, but I had a feeling my sense of time

small clearing up ahead, barely large enough to fit two full-grown wolves. Moonlight streamed down on the patch of grass, illuminating the

Unable to help myself, an image of Cordelia

mate-bond, but from myself.

trusted-someone I looked up to and wanted good things for. There was a

where she died, cold and alone, only brought

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

fuck up when the shadows, who had been watching

‘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

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 they crawled across the earth, but that wasn’t what caught

a groove along one of the longer roots, a hint of

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

sigil…’

her since waking up in the forest. I’d almost thought she was unaffected

that wasn’t

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