Asher’s POV
“Asher, come look at this!” Michael burst into my office, his voice sharp with panic. He shoved his laptop onto my desk, his hands trembling slightly as he turned the screen toward me.
The headline staring back at me made my blood run cold. My eyes widened.
“What the hell is this?” My voice thundered through the room as I shot to my feet, fury sparking in my veins. “They’re saying I killed Bella’s mom? Who the f**k is behind this!” My growl was low, dangerous, vibrating with rage.
Michael swallowed hard, his expression grave. “I don’t know. But it’s spreading like wildfire. The pack’s unsettled, and they’re demanding answers.”
I scoffed, the sound bitter in my throat. “Answers? Do they even know who I am?” My hands curled into fists on the desk. “Bella’s mother—the one per
