Asher’s POV
"Zachary, I don’t feel too good. I want to go home," Isabella said, her voice weak.
I immediately turned to her, concern tightening my chest.
"Are you okay? I can take you home," I offered, stepping toward her.
Before I could react, Zachary grabbed me and swung his fist hard against my face. Pain exploded across my jaw as I stumbled back, tasting blood.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Asher?" he snapped, his eyes blazing with fury. "Stay away from my wife."
I spat blood onto the floor, my vision narrowing as rage took over. My claws and fangs extended instinctively, and I no longer cared where we were. I was going to rip him apart.
"Asher, no!"
Micheal rushed in front of me, blocking my view of Zachary. His voice was low but urgent. "You can’t do this here. People are
