“No. He said he needed to talk to you and that was it.”
One more breath, then I opened my eyes and pushed away from the tree. Asher glanced up at me, and from the way his shoulders relaxed, I knew I had succeeded in pushing my wolf back enough to have some semblance of control. The rage was still there, but while there was something to do, I was certain I could keep control of it.
I followed Asher back into camp, where Lorna was pacing in front of Kiera’s tent. Tarrin was just coming out of his tent, his brows furrowing when he took in the scene.
“What is it, Lorne,” I asked, trying to ignore the fear that had grasped my heart at the sight of him. Was Kiera worse than I’d thought? Was she alright? It took everything in me to stop in front of him and not storm into her tent.
Lorne looke
