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.

come to a stop. The slam of car doors. was quiet

brown curls flitted

herself into Giovanni’s arms. She tangled her fingers in his hair and let

next to approach. I imagine we all had

sort of Town Hall. Children clutching ash stained stuffed animals padded behind their mother’s and father’s, hiding behind

the safe haven we’ve heard so much about?” A

and Spence locked eyes, something private passing between the two of them. Tristan made

warning and not

with soft blonde hair and an

a single curl on her head that

melting into one festering pool that

you’re our new Monarch. Lola, isn’t it?” She purred, the obliviousness in her voice as flimsy as

her

throat. “Considering you’re on her land, why don’t you show some goddamn respect

after another, emotions impaled me in the chest. The longer I

work reduced to rubble in

live here, Tristan.” She scoffed; a delicate hand pressed against her bird chest. Her voice lowered to a whisper that wasn’t nearly quiet

Asher through mind-link, feeling him stiffen behind me.

was meaningless, and empty words

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 when we locked eyes, and I did my best to muster up a friendly

everything carefully. They clung to my face the most,

didn’t have to

was either genuinely oblivious or had a talent for ignoring the things she found unimportant, because she didn’t seem to notice

nasal whine faded into white noise, crackling in my ears like the vicious flames that had eaten through over half of the

suspended in time, an observer to the damage and death the witches had caused, all

but I won’t risk your sister’s life when it’s clear this place is undergoing attacks every other day. She might not be concerned with us noble families, but I won’t forgo tradition-.”

snarled, but he wasn’t looking

“Lucinda.”

Tristan’s father approached. His hand was on his wife’s shoulder,

The shadows are reacting to your

the mind link, but it was faint, muffled by

paying more attention, it seemed darker than normal. Many

a million little eyes

cranny, crawling over every piece of this earth that

slithered across the ground and circled

them.” Tristan’s father said in a calm

scowled at her

Seeing it like this is not

the shadows pooling around my feet with eyes of ice. Her lips twisted and puckered, deepening the fine lines that circled her mouth.

said indignantly, then yelped and stumbled back when a few tendrils of shadow got too close for her liking. “Honestly, your father couldn’t control those

cracked as my

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