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.

slam of car doors. was quiet in comparison to everything else, drowned

of brown curls flitted past

tangled her fingers in his hair and let out her sigh

had the same expression on our faces, grim without the barest hint of

community center that served as a sort of Town Hall. Children clutching ash stained stuffed animals padded behind

heard so much

between the two of them. Tristan made a sound low in his throat, his

as a warning and

woman with soft blonde hair and an upturned nose.

matched perfectly with her powder blue dress and black pumps. There wasn’t a single curl

melting into one festering pool that I did not have the energy

She purred, the obliviousness in her

barely spared her a glance.

don’t you show some goddamn

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 realized how long it would take to restore this

in

voice lowered to a whisper that wasn’t nearly

told Asher through mind-link, feeling him stiffen

woman said was meaningless, and empty words were not worth

lips were identical. The little girl was the

from person to person, he was observing everything carefully. They clung to my face the most, and I wondered if

invite you here, and you didn’t have to come. It wasn’t like this

genuinely oblivious or had a talent for ignoring the things she

flames that had eaten through over half of the houses here. The rough asphalt beneath my feet vanished, as did Asher’s calloused hands

an observer to the damage and death the witches had caused, all with Tristan’s mother bleating

your sister’s life

Tristan snarled, but he wasn’t looking

“Lucinda.”

His hand was on

baby. You’ve got to calm down. The

it was faint, muffled by white

over, but now that I was paying more attention, it seemed darker than normal. Many of the streetlights were destroyed, but

million little eyes hit my

piece of this earth that

brave ones slithered across the ground and circled

wife has many talents, but holding her tongue is not one of them.” Tristan’s father said

scowled

No one cares about it more than we do. Seeing it like this is not easy for her.” Asher’s voice dropped low, and anyone with ears could hear the warning

ice. Her lips twisted and puckered,

and stumbled back when a few tendrils of shadow got too close for her liking. “Honestly, your father couldn’t control those things either. Disgusting,

in my neck cracked as my head snapped in her

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255