ASHER
What the f**k is happening to me? Why does it feel like my head is being split open in two?
I’m usually not a p***y. I like to pride myself on dealing with pain better than most people. But this feels like a ride through hell. It’s got to be the work of magic. Only magic can create the kind of pain that not even werewolves can endure.
I lose my footing and Hazel and I go crashing to the ground together. f**k. Is she okay? That was quite the fall. She’s sprawled on the ground, several feet away from me.
“Hazel?” I try to get up but the destructive pain hits again. This time, it’s not just me. Hazel screams as well.
“What’s happening?” she cries out. “Oh my gods. Asher. My head. It feels like it’s going to explode.”
Fuck. This is bad. Who’s doing this?
Through the pain, I look a
