Violet’s POV
Everyone was heartbroken over the death of the former Alpha
couple when I was back to the packhouse from the forest. The
entire pack seemed to be drowning in grief, but I couldn’t find
Asher anywhere. His ward was empty when I got there.
I knew how much he loved our parents, how deeply their loss
must have affected him.
And the more I thought about it, the more I regretted not being
by his side at that moment. Shit, why did I have to meet Isaac
today? He needed me. Yet I let him suffer alone. It tore at my
heart.
Without hesitation, I made my way out of the packhouse again,
chasing after him. I could still his scent, see his footprints on the
ground. He had moved into the forest.
The air was cool, and the night was dark, the path ahead barely
visible as I stumbled over roots and rocks.
My body was on the verge of giving out, exhaustion creeping
into every part of me.
Just as I thought I might collapse, I heard voices–faint but very
familiar. I forced myself to rush forward, and then I saw them:
Asher and Isaac, sitting side by side.
“Asher!!!” I cried, relief washing over me. I almost cried.
Thank god, he wasn’t alone. There was someone there with
Asher, someone who could share his pain and help him carry
the burden.
Isaac looked up first. A crocked smile tugged at his lips as he
saw me.
“Twice in one day, Luna Violet,” he said, his tone carrying a hint
of amusement. “And the pleasure is all mine.”
“What do you mean twice a day?” Asher looked confused,
looking back and forth between me and Isaac, his eyes
narrowing slightly.
I didn’t want Asher to know that I had gone behind his back to
see Isaac. So I shot Isaac a quick, pleading look, silently asking
him not to say anything more. Isaac shrugged.
Asher turned back to me, realization slowly dawning on his
face.
“You came into the forest? Alone?!” His voice was stern, his
brows furrowed. “After I warned you how dangerous it is out
here?”
He sounded upset, and I could tell it wasn’t just worry. There
was frustration too, like he couldn’t believe I would be so
reckless.
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“Don’t be mad. I’m fine aren’t I?” I was nervous. I could never
handle Asher when he was in rage.
“What if something happen to you? I can’t afford losing anyone
in my life again. You should know that!”
I lowered my head, gazing at the ground, feeling guilty. Then
Isaac spoke up, his voice calm:
“Give her a break, brother. She did it for you. She was worried.”
I was surprised that Isaac would put up a good word for me. But
Asher didn’t seem to care. His eyes were still focused on me,
dark and angry.
“I told you to stay safe,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “When
will you ever start to listen to me?”
I bit my lip, frustrated. I understood, of course I did. But I
couldn’t just sit by and do nothing while he was hurting. He
was too important to me.
Isaac stood up, brushing the dirt off his pants, “You two
lovebirds can find another time to finish this fight. But you
should really get moving now. No one can know we’ve made
amends, not yet. It’s not the right time.”
Asher nodded. He looked at Isaac, a new resolve in his eyes.
“You should come to the funeral. It would mean a lot to me.”
Isaac lapsed into silence, his expression unreadable. I could see
the tension in his shoulders, the hesitation.
Then he let out an icy chuckle, “If I do that, the King will think
you’ve made friends with the rogues, and consider you a threat.
You don’t want that shit, brother.”
“I don’t care!” Asher snapped, “I’m tired of being the royal
puppet. I want to do what’s right, and I want you there.”
Isaac looked at him for a long moment, then let out a sigh. “You‘
Ill lose allies,” he warned.
“Then I’ll lose them,” Asher shrugged. “It’s about time to make
some new friends. I am so done playing their politics.”
Isaac studied him for another long while, then finally nodded.
“Alright,” he said. “I’ll be there. If that’s what you want.”
I smiled, joy bubbling inside of me. It was a step forward, a sign
that maybe things could start to heal, that maybe Asher was
finally letting go of the doubts he had about Isaac.
I reached for Asher’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He looked
at me, his expression softening.
“Let’s go,” he said quietly.
We left the forest and went back to the packhouse. When we
were near the main entrance, I saw two figures waiting for us,
Jayden and his mate Julia. Julia had Mia in her arms.
“You found him,” Jayden said, relief evident in his voice. He
looked at Asher, his eyes searching his face. “Are you alright?”
Asher nodded, but I could tell he wasn’t really in the mood for
talking. He turned to Julia and took over Mia, who was fast
asleep in his arms. Carrying the child, he strode into the
packhouse, exhausted.
“Thanks for taking care of Mia.”
“Not another word. But I need to ask. About the funeral.”
Jayden said, his voice low and urgent. “Should we go ahead
with it? The neighboring packs, their Alphas–they’re ready to
launch an attack on the rogues as soon as the funeral’s over.
They’re just waiting for Asher’s word.”
I gasped a little. Right after the funeral? Why was this
happening so soon?
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At most importantly, Isaac might very well be innocent as far
as we knew. We hadn’t even had the chance to prove it and the
war was already about to begin? Who pushed for it?
And the answer was obvious–Asher’s uncle.
