Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 126 – “Wonderful.” I sighed a bit more dramatically than I initially meant to, ” The only two people who can help us is a witch who could easily be d**d by now and my mom, who actually is d**d. Is resurrecting people a thing, or is that just in the movies?”

“Just in the movies, dear.” Cordelia replied, not at all disturbed. If anything, my comment gave her an idea. Her eyes lit up with the same mischievous light as grandmas, only Cordelia’s held traces of unearthly magic. “Summoning her spirit, however. That could be doable. I’d need to leave town to get the supplies…but I could have everything ready within a few days.”

I tried to keep my voice light, but I was nervous.

‘Afraid of a little ghost?’ I used what weak humor I had to break up the tension in my chest. ‘I honestly have no clue, but getting first hand answers is something I can’t pass up…if she even answers. Cordelia described it as a supernatural phone call. After all this c**p, she better not put me on silent.’

Through the bond that connected Asher and me, I could hear the muffled sound of a ringing cellphone.

Asher cursed, ‘I’ve got to go, that’ll be Zeke and Mason. We’ve assembled a small group to comb through parts of the surrounding mountains. Theres every chance the witches or vampires could be hiding up there.’

‘Keep me updated if you find anything.’ I replied.

‘Sure thing, beautiful.’

Rather than turn around and head straight towards Asher like the mate- bond was telling me to do, I continued to the old house Cordelia and Rowena had been staying in. While Rowena got to know Holly and hopefully found a way through the shell of fear that kept her rooted in place, Breyona and I planned to spend our day helping them move their belongings. There wasn’t time to furnish the new house, and it was faster to move what furniture there was rather than wait.

I was surprised to see a small moving truck as I pulled into the driveway, and even more surprised when I saw a head of golden hair peaking above a stack of boxes. Breyona pulled up alongside the road and hopped out, following me up the porch to where Cassidy stood.

“Oh, hey!” Her baby-blues lit up as she saw Breyona and I. She placed her hands in the back pockets of her frayed shorts and smiled. “I hope you both don’t mind. I got out of lacrosse practice early, so I figured I’d get a head start.”

“I actually didn’t know you’d be here, but we wouldn’t mind the extra set of hands.” I told her truthfully, looking at Breyona who nodded.

A look of understanding crossed her face, which only aided in confusing me.

busy.” Cassidy snorted, shaking her head. As she grabbed two of the smaller boxes, Breyona and I followed suit, She grinned over her shoulder as we descended the porch steps and placed the boxes into the small truck. “He asked if

a crappy pick-up truck passed by the three of us. I could instantly tell they

wasn’t entirely unpleasant and made me miss training even more. I made

to Cassidy, shoving a second dresser out of the front door, Next was the coffee table and entertainment stand, followed by the television

Oh no, wait. Let me

no.” I grimaced, “I’ll give you a hint. He’s five eleven but probably told you he’s around

turned thoughtful for a split second before she rolled them in typical mean girl’s fashion. If it weren’t for her sunny personality, she would’ve made the perfect

does that tool want?” She lifted an

on why his girlfriend

manicured hand

stack of boxes down

nodded, “agreed,

ex-girlfriend is mated to his younger brother.” I elaborated,

cringed just a tad, “ouch…I’m not apologizing for breaking his nose, though. He could’ve

I asked, smiling as Breyona’s raucous laughter sounded from inside

I’ll apologize for that. It is a really nice

they’d take the moving truck to the new house and then drive back to get their cars, since Asher sent me a mind-link letting me know Giovanni had

more than ten feet in front of you. Since there weren’t any light posts, all I had to guide my way were the headlights of the car. The crisp breeze filtered in through the cracked window, carrying damp soil and

car, along with the harsh white glow from the screen lighting up. Tristan’s name and a blurry photograph I snapped of him at night flashed on the screen. I let it go to voicemail, thinking he was calling to tell me Giovanni had

splotches in my vision, but I managed to hit the little green answer button before the screen

thing–I will ever envy about you werewolves–is your ability to mind-link.” Tristan’s choppy but disappointed sigh filled

glad you’re having a good day.” I replied, “If you