Asher’s POV
I stood outside Raven’s door, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the hallway.
Another crash. Then another.
My wolf, Jax, whimpered inside me, pacing anxiously. Every sound of destruction was a knife to our chest, because we all knew why she was doing it.
She hated us.
And she had every reason to.
I clenched my fists, leaning against the wall. Rowan sat on a nearby chair, rubbing his hands over his face. He hadn’t said a word since we brought her back like he was carrying the weight of something none of us could understand.
Ansel stood rigid near the door, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes darkened as he listened to her tear the room apart.
“She’s being dramatic,” he muttered, voice dripping with bitterness.
I snapped my head toward him, fury boiling beneath
