Asher's POV

The cold night air bit at my skin as we huddled near the border of our pack’s territory, the faint scent of damp earth and pine filling my nostrils. I leaned against the rough bark of a tree, trying to catch my breath. It felt unreal, being here, being free, but the freedom tasted bittersweet. We weren’t safe. Not yet.

Kingston had pulled off an impossible rescue, and for that, we owed him our lives. But the weight of what lay ahead pressed heavily on my shoulders. Lilian and ...