Asher's POV
For the past four years, I've dreamt of doing this.
For the past four years, I've dreamt of killing the warlock that killed my mate. I have envisaged it uncountable times of how his head will roll.
I've waited long enough, and finally. I've been waiting silently but to think I wouldn't be as happy as I imagined meeting him would be.
I finally met her killer but it wasn't a warlock, just another werewolf that can't even be considered to be on par with me. They fooled me, they used me to eradicate a race. I wouldn't forgive them.
"Who did you say you killed?" I would love to convince myself I didn't hear properly.
Lukas, Emily's father stepped forward, his voice strained. "Asher, listen to me. We didn't…"
But before he could finish, I lunged. My vision was clearly blinded
