ASHER
My breaths came in short, sharp pants, louder than the voices clashing in my head, louder than the commotion outside the pack house.
How the hell had they found us?
I had chosen Hannah’s location myself. A place no one would think to look. A place even our most trusted guards knew nothing about. And yet, those bastards had charged in like a bunch of f*****g heroes and snatched her right out from under me.
Julia.
I saw her again in my mind—bleeding, broken, and very, very dead.
I had failed her. I had failed myself.
And that b***h had escaped me again.
Rage ignited in my chest like a wildfire, scorching through my veins, blinding me. I moved without thinking—kicking, shoving, wrecking everything in my path.
My fist slammed into the wall, again and again, until plaster crumbl
