Asher’s POV
The door was still vibrating from the force with which Callie had slammed it shut when my body reacted on its own—leaving no room for reason or calculation.
Because this wasn’t a decision pushing me forward.
It was something far more primitive.
Deeper.
Something I didn’t fully understand—but had no intention of ignoring.
“I’m going after her.”
I didn’t wait for an answer.
Or permission.
Or logic.
I took the first step, intent on following her trail—on catching up before she got too far, before something or someone found her in that state… alone, unstable, exposed—
But I didn’t make it far.
Jonas’s hand slammed against my chest, firm and immovable, stopping me with the same force I had used to move.
“Not like this, brother.”
I turned to him, tension still vibrating
