Asher's POV
By the time I made it back to the house, the moon was stretched high across the sky—watching. Judging. The forest was still clinging to my skin—damp earth and fading wildflowers wrapped so tight around me, that I could taste them.
Her scent.
It hadn't left me.
I shoved the door open harder than I meant to. The wooden frame groaned beneath my palm. Inside the house was dark, except for the glow of firelight seeping from the hall. The place had been quieter since I had taken the title of Alpha. No women pacing the corridors. No drunken laughter spilling from the common room.
No father.
I let the door shut behind me and leaned against it for a second. I just wanted to breathe. My ribs were aching from holding it all in.
She was none of my damn business.
Another stray. That
