"Wolves," My eyes widened at his reply. Definitely not mum. "Rogues," He snarled.
"Why?" I didn't even bother to whisper, my voice came out breathless.
Asher didn't reply. He averted my gaze and pulled my arm. We started walking deeper into the alley.
"Asher, what do they want?" I asked again.
"I don't know," There was something about the manner he said it that made me believe there was both a truth and a lie in his words.
"Then let's find out," He sent a sharp stare at me like I had just said something bizarre.
"No. I've mind-linked Stefan. He'll come for you, while I take care of those miserable bastards begging for death," He stated with finality.
As much as I loved the weird feeling his words and mighty aura caused me, I couldn't bottle my rage.
I wondered if Asher maybe hit hi
