“What do we do now?” asks Asher.
“Pretend to get comfy and sleep,” I say, looking through his eyes at her. “She’s tired,” I say.
Asher stretches out his massive paws and lies down, resting his head in front of him.
Brooke keeps her eyes focused on us. But her eyelids were slowly closing and getting heavy.
A mind link opens up.
“We are on our way, Hudson,” says my mother. “How is she?”
Asher stared at her, she was falling asleep.
“She’s ok; she’s calmer with Asher at the moment. We just lay down a few feet away from her and pretended to fall asleep while she closed her eyes,” I said to her, as I looked through Asher's eyes.
After a few seconds, Brooke was flat out sleeping.
Asher walks over to her and lies by the side of her. She feels ice cold. I can feel her cold skin on his fur
