58. Weird

Brax’s pov

Once Airk had rejected Jace, Storm had reached into his chest and taken his heart out. While I was the one who wanted to kill the fucker for touching Airk, at this moment, I knew holding him in my arms was more important.

The fighting stopped, and Asher turned to his father, who was lying on the ground, lifeless. Osiris suddenly coughed up some blood and spit out a bullet.

"You’re alive!" Asher said, taking his father into his arms.

They seemed to mindlink, and it was probably because Osiris was unable to speak with that nasty wound in his mouth. Goddess, it looked gross.

"Stop staring at the man, and let’s get the fuck out of here," Storm growled.

Asher put his arm under Osiris, and I held on to Airk while the woman walked closely behind us. Storm led the way through the packhouse.

Everyone in the packhouse bowed their heads, scared of what we would do now that their Alpha was dead.

"I think you should stay here," Asher said. Before Storm could argue, Asher raised h