LENA’S POV
The world exploded in a rush of the senses when Ash finally dashed to a halt. I felt myself pressed through a doorway, the scent of ancient wood and old beer filling my nose. An inn. We were in some kind of inn.
“Ash, just please,” I panted as he dragged me up a narrow staircase. "Please, just listen to me."
He didn't respond. His grip on my wrist was an iron one, it bruised me. I could feel him trembling on the door. The True Alpha strength seeped off him in waves, thick and cloying.
We arrived at a room at the end of a dusky hall. Ash booted the door open so hard it almost came away from its frame. The room was small — a bed, a table; one chair. A window overlooking empty fields.
They wouldn’t hear me scream out here.
"Ash." I attempted it once more as he shut and locked
