Chapter 161 - Asher

I could feel Berserker jerking on the reins of my control. He wanted out, and he wanted his mate. This locked up in different areas bullshit was about to get a lot of people killed.

I practiced the breathing techniques Xander and I had learned in therapy after my father killed mom. The same ones he used on Scarlet.

Thinking about my mate being that close to a breakdown had Berserker bum-rushing the leash I had on him.

Breathe in.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Exhale.

"Ten, where the fuck is all this Earth magic supposed to be? I don't feel a Gaiadamned bit different," I snarled mentally to help distract myself.

"I do not know, brother. It is as if the magic has disappeared altogether. This is not the Earth of my youth," he answered. He sounded both saddened and angry.

"I feel like something is trying to suck or siphon my magic," Kiema said. "It's almost like we're in a vacuum of some kind and once it locked on to us, it began trying to slurp me up one big gulp after another