73: The Marked And The Missing

ASHER’S POV

The room bore silent witness to my turmoil. My breaths emerged as ragged gasps, my fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles blanched.

'Then I rather die' The echo of Lisa’s decision still reverberated in my mind, an unyielding storm that refused to subside. Our bond, once strong, was now hanging by a thread. All because of a moment’s weakness—a moment when the desires of my inner wolf overpowered my own restraint.

“Why?” I whispered into the emptiness, my voice barely a breath. “Why did it have to come to this?”

The door creaked open, interrupting the silence. Silas stepped in, his head bowed in deference. “You called for me, Alpha?”

I turned to him, my eyes pleading for the answers I hoped he could provide. “Have you seen Lisa?” I inquired, maintaining a steady voice despite the turmoil within.

Silas nodded with a solemn expression. “I saw her, Alpha. She was… distressed, down the hallway. I attempted to engage her in conversation, but she remained unresponsive.”

A wave