Ashton POV
While Liz and I took a walk through the garden, my dad was busy forcing everyone out of the pack house. Anyone who was putting up a fuss was getting the full threatening aura of a vampire from Brandon. I could hear the growls and snarls from the angry wolves and also feel Brandon's aura from back here. From the garden I could see a myriad of headlights on the road as vehicles full of tired, angry werewolves made their way out of our mountain territory. I know my dad was just trying to protect his family, but I felt guilty that I was the reason for this quick evacuation.
I plopped onto an iron bench and leaned forward and covered my face with my hands. Why was it so hard to even breathe right now? I felt like I wanted to die, but I also have a will to live. I'm just a fickle no
