HARPER'S POV
I don't even remember how I got here. One minute, I am staring at Asher, with that stupid document log burning a hole in my palm, and the next second, I am tearing through the trees like the whole world is chasing me.
My chest feels like it is caving in. My thoughts won't slow down. Everything is loud, too loud, and the only thing I can do is run.
Away from him.
Away from the lies.
Away from the pain of his betrayal.
Which is stupid. He owes me nothing. We have not even acknowledged our mate bond, but the fact… the idea that he might have had something to do with my pack…
It makes me physically ill.
My own mate.
A murderer.
The leaves whip against my arms as my boots slam into the dirt, but I don't stop. I can't. I just keep going deeper, past t
