Asher’s POV
That morning, we ran with other wolves from our pack, a very small army. If possible, we wanted this to be diplomatic, a simple conversation to settle the tension. But in my gut, I already knew it wouldn’t be that easy.
I told myself I didn’t want to find Raven there. That it would be better if she wasn’t trapped in that corrupt pack. But the truth clawed at me like a wound I couldn’t close.
I did want to see her. I wanted to know she was alive and breathing even if it broke me to see her in their hands.
And at the same time, the thought of her being touched by those lowlifes made my blood boil. My mate, suffering in a place like this? It made me want to tear the entire pack apart with my teeth.
We ran hard, the air heavy with tension, until dusk fell and we crossed the b
