ASHER’S POV.
As I stepped into the dimly lit corridors of my estate, the flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls. I’d been feeling restless since my return, and a growing sense of unease had been gnawing at me. As I walked, I found myself standing in front of the family crypt, the heavy stone door creaking as I pushed it open.
The air inside was thick with the scent of incense and decay. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw Akira standing before me, her eyes gleaming in the faint light.
"Young wolf," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've been waiting for you."
My heart quickened as he approached her. "Akira, what are you doing here?" I asked, wearing a mask of curiosity.
Akira's gaze locked onto mine, her expression urgent.
"I've come to warn you again, As
