Asher’s Point of View
The full moon was nearly at it’s peak. I couldn’t see it, but in my chest I could feel it. My heart was pounding, sweating pouring down my face and body as I forced harsh breaths between my pursed lips. I was fighting for control with my wolf, him already going ballistic in my mind. It was always like this, and I’d gotten through it a hundred times before. That was the thought I held on to desperately, but deep down, in the back of my mind, tonight still felt worse than any other.
Let us go. My wolf was growling into my mind, but I was feeling nothing if not my usual stubbornness. There was no way we were going anywhere, no way we were giving up on this. Especially not on the last night. We’d endured this hell for the last 7 years, every single month. There was no
