Alpha Asher By Jane Doe
Chapter 212
Chapter 212
We left that day for the safe haven, not bothering to pack or say goodbye to our families.
It didn’t matter that I was on the verge of passing out, not when the place we promised would remain safe had been attacked. There was no more time to wait. I needed to use my magic to protect them, and I needed to do it now.
Asher gave me enough of his blood to keep me standing up right. The only pit stop we made before peeling out of town was to pick up Tristan and Giovanni. Now that the sun was finally setting, they could safely leave the house.
I cried out with relief when Giovanni passed two blood bags into my hands and quickly tore into them. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it would have to be.
We were just under a mile away and already I could tell something had happened. Smoke lingered in the air, crisp and heavy like someone had started a very large bonfire. Even coasting down the main road, the gouges in the forest were visible. Trees were knocked down and bushes trampled into the dirt. It looked like a pack of very large beasts had charged through at full force.
I wasn’t at all prepared for what I saw when we arrived.
There wasn’t a single part of me that thought the safe haven would survive an attack without any damage, but beyond all reasonable belief, I had clung to the hope that the damage would be minimal.
We rolled down the main road intersecting the town slowly, giving me plenty of time to scour every single shred of damage the witches had done.
From the number of houses that had scorch marks licking up the sides, it was clear Ember had been here.
So many of them were crumbling, halfway torn down with families hiding inside, clinging to the shadows as the last hints of sunlight faded.
It grew worse as we neared the center, so much worse.
Bodies were lined in neat rows, covered in white sheets stained grey with ash. There weren’t many, perhaps only a dozen, but it didn’t matter. Those twelve carried the same weight as a hundred as a thousand, would.
The sidewalks and street were streaked with black marks, kissed by Ember’s flame as she pillaged the town. Cars were turned over, some halfway crumpled and smoking. The stench of burnt motor oil hung in the air, mixing with the scent of death.
Tristan cursed, and Giovanni made a sound of agreement.
“Fuck, my mother and father are here.”
I craned my head to stare at him in the
back seat. If we weren’t surrounded by so much carnage and death, I might’ve laughed at how absurd he looked crammed in the backseat with Giovanni.
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked. Giovanni snorted. “If you think Tristan is unpleasant, wait until you meet his mother.”
I glanced at Tristan, waiting for him to snap or explode on Giovanni, but instead he actually nodded in agreement.
There was nothing to say that would ease their discomfort. In truth, I wasn’t too worried about Tristan’s family or what opinions his mother would have. Seeing what happened here with my own eyes, it outweighed everything else.
Asher’s hand grazed my own, his fingers sliding in between mine. I glanced away from the carnage and into his eyes, not realizing how close I was to plummeting until I felt his presence glide down the mate-bond and into my troubled mind.
‘It doesn’t matter how many times they destroy this place. We will rebuild.’ He promised, his eyes severe and set in stone.
More than anything, I wanted it to be enough, but it wasn’t.
The slam of car doors. was quiet in comparison to everything else, drowned out by the weight of the stares falling on our
brown curls
arms. She tangled her fingers in his hair and let out her
next to approach. I imagine we all had the same expression on our faces,
the community center that served as a sort of Town Hall. Children clutching ash stained stuffed animals padded behind their mother’s and father’s, hiding behind legs and torso’s as they scanned
haven we’ve heard so much about?”
eyes, something private passing between the two of them. Tristan made
He said as a warning and not a
the woman with soft blonde hair and an upturned nose.
one that matched perfectly with her powder blue dress and black pumps. There wasn’t a single curl
festering pool that I did not have the energy to deal with.
isn’t it?” She purred, the obliviousness in her voice as flimsy as
spared her a glance.
throat. “Considering you’re on her land, why don’t you show some goddamn respect and call her by her
tuned out everything else. Tristan’s mother’s reply was shrill and fell on deaf ears. One after another, emotions impaled me in the chest. The longer I assessed the damages, the more I
in
against her bird chest. Her voice lowered to a whisper that wasn’t nearly quiet enough to be an actual
mind-link, feeling him stiffen behind me.
meaningless, and empty words were not worth starting
few feet away, clinging to the side of a man who had the same facial features as Tristan. His hair was much darker, but his deep-set eyes, angular nose, and pouty lips were identical. The little girl was the spitting image of Tristan’s mother, only younger and not nearly as sour. She waved timidly
how his eyes flitted from person to person, he was observing everything carefully. They clung to my face the most, and I wondered if he was naturally this curious or if he had a habit of gauging the emotions of the
you didn’t have to come. It wasn’t like this
was either genuinely oblivious or had a talent for ignoring the things she found unimportant, because she didn’t seem to notice the tension in the air or how all of it radiated from where I stood.
vicious flames that had eaten through over half of the houses here. The rough
the witches had caused, all with Tristan’s mother bleating in the background.
could live here, but I won’t risk your sister’s life when it’s
but he wasn’t looking at her.
“Lucinda.”
was Tristan’s father approached. His hand was on his wife’s shoulder, but he
got to calm down. The
mind link, but it was faint, muffled by white noise like
quickly taken over, but now that I was paying more attention, it seemed darker than normal. Many of the streetlights were
a million little eyes
they were. There were thousands of them, perhaps even more. Within every nook and cranny, crawling over every piece of this earth that the moonlight failed to reach, the shadows writhed. They
the ground and circled around my feet, whispering
them.” Tristan’s father said in a calm
scowled at her
tirelessly on this place. No one cares about it more than we do. Seeing it like this is not easy for her.” Asher’s voice dropped low, and
with eyes of ice. Her lips twisted and puckered, deepening the fine lines that circled
said indignantly, then yelped and stumbled back when a few tendrils of shadow got too close for her liking. “Honestly, your
in my neck cracked as my head snapped
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