Asher
“Alpha!” The middle-aged woman wailed as soon as she spotted Logan and me. “My son! Alpha, my son!”
“I can’t,” Logan whispered, looking sick.
“My son,” she whimpered, her eyes peering up at me with hope, with sheer faith in me, her Alpha, her protector. It was like a blow to my chest, one of the reasons why I never wanted to be an Alpha in the first place.
“I…I…” I stuttered, struggling to find the words. Surprising me, Ivy gave my hand a light squeeze and nodded as I peered down at her.
Don’t give her hope…even a second of it would bring years worth of pain, she seemed to say.
“I am sorry…we couldn’t save him,” I croaked, feeling sick as her eyes widened, shock, dismay and myriad emotions dancing through them. But it wasn’t her reaction that hit me the hardest. It was the
