Asher
I gripped the pendant at Cynthia’s throat so tightly the sharp edges of the crescent moon cut into my skin, drawing dual pinpricks of blood.
I was nearly lost to my wolf. It raged at the forefront of my mind, begging to be unleashed.
“How dare someone else attempt to claim Cynthia? She is ours. Ours!” it shouted, its voice echoing across the stretch of my mind like it was pacing.
She isn’t ours, I thought bleakly, in a desperate effort to reclaim my own thoughts. It hurt though. I wanted her to be mine.
“Ours to protect. Ours to adore. He marred her skin with this trinket. We smell her blood. Destroy. Revenge. Protect her!”
“Asher?” Cynthia called for me. Her voice was gentle trusting.
I tried to pull myself back to the front. I had to stay in control. I didn’t want to scare h
