Asher’s POV.
“So what are we going to do about Amanda?” Ivy asked.
I buttoned up my new shirt while wrinkling my nose at the one that’s now lying on my table now stained in werewolf’s blood.
“I…” I paused to arrange my cuffs. “…don’t know.”
Ivy sighed and sank into one of the couches, she looks mostly unsurprised at my response, but I could tell she’s frustrated. But I’m sure she’s not as frustrated as I am, after all, I was the one dealing with constant thoughts of the female and at the same time dealing with the flutters of her emotions in my chest and the occasional brush of her thoughts in my head. Unsurprisingly, most of her thoughts were geared towards inflicting harm upon me, which I found awfully amusing.
“Why don’t we just go along with our initial plan?” Carlos leaned agains
