Chapter 23: The Grim Reaper's Door

Asher's POV

Mrs. Lang answers the door after I knock on it a second time. She looks frazzled, like she had been napping before her shift ended. She blinks in an attempt to wake herself, especially when she sees me with Harper cradled in my arms.

"What's happened, Asher?" She asks.

She's a little old lady who has been working in the medical room for as long as I can remember. With age her hair has gotten shorter and greyer, something she voices her concerns about whenever we bump into each other.

"I think Harper has been poisoned." When I say it out loud it doesn't seem real.

Harper being poisoned is the only rational explanation I can think of right now. She was fine throughout the date, but as soon as we got back to the room and she drank the whiskey, it was all downhill from there.

I know deep down I was the target, considering the poison was in the whiskey bottle I keep hidden in my desk. The pack knows I drink that specific alcohol, so it only makes sense that I was the tar