Chapter 113
ASHER
I saw her when I closed my eyes.
I saw her when they were wide open. I saw her in the patterns of the ceiling of my room as I lay staring up at it.
It was like she was haunting my every waking and sleeping moment.
Julia.
A tear, then a stream of tears ran down my cheeks.
It was hard to believe that she was gone. And the worst part? She hadn't even died on her own terms. She had been manipulated by my father and had gone along with his plan without a second thought, all because she wanted so badly to be Luna. And to hurt Hannah.
I thought again of that moment in the arena where she had lain bleeding and broken and very dead on the sand with her murderer standing over her. Just thinking about Hannah made the rage pulse like a pus-filled wound in my head.
My hands grabbed the sheets. There was a slight ripping sound as it tore, and I imagined my hands going around Hannah's neck and squeezing the life out of her. Then ripping her apart just like she did to Julia.
From the moment we had become mates, Hannah had ruined my life. And all the time I had thought she was a wolf less pathetic nobody; she had been the white wolf.
The white wolf!
Even now it was still unbelievable, but all the evidence was there. It explained how she had survived Julia's lethal poison and how she survived the destruction of the bond tie that had almost killed me. Like a fool, I hadn't pieced all this together until it was too late.
I should have thought of it when our plan to get rid of her through the bond tie failed. I should have been able to realize that Hannah was more than she was letting on. But even my father had not questioned the result of our plans. We all failed Julia.
The door banged open, startling me out of my thoughts. There stood my father with the ever-present scowl of disapproval etched on his face.
"Why didn't you respond to any of the guards I sent to call you?" he snarled. "And what are you doing in here? You have been lying in this damn room for two days!"
"I've been... mourning Julia," I mumbled, wishing he would just go away.
"Mourning?" he scoffed. "How long are you going to mourn her for, boy? Get a hold of yourself!"
My head shot up to glare at him. "Julia hasn't been dead for up to one week, and yet you're acting like she died months ago. For goodness sake, dad! Am I not allowed to have just a few days to grieve? She wasn't a dog, you know? She was my girlfriend." I paused. "Would have been my future Luna too."
"Are you done ranting?" he asked unfeelingly.
For a moment, I nearly told him to go to hell, but then all the fight bled out of me. I nodded.
"The problem with you, Asher, is that you don't see the big picture," he continued. "Here you are, pausing your life, hiding in your room like a whipped dog, doing things that cannot bring Julia back. Instead of moping and crying in here, you be thinking of how to avenge her death."
"Isn't revenge what got us here in the first place?" I asked, lowering my head and desperately blinking back tears. “Wasn’t it our desperation to get revenge that killed Julia?”
"So what if it is? I knew Julia well enough to be sure that she would be disappointed if you let the one responsible for her death go unpunished. Use your pain wisely, son. Let all that pain and anger grow, then channel it towards Hannah and those pups protecting her. Get up."
At first I thought the last part was still about his damned advice, but then he made an impatient gesture.
"Get up and follow me, damnit!" he barked.
I was off the bed and walking down the corridor with him before I became aware of my body moving. I glanced at his hard, set face in profile.
"Where are we going?" I asked him.
"I'm taking you to people that will help redirect your anger," he replied, not even sparing me a glance.
Maybe he wanted me to train some more and punch some shit around in the hopes that it would make me feel better. It definitely wasn't going to, but I wasn't about to argue with him, not when he looked like he was on one of his power trips.
My feet took me to the corridor leading outside to the training grounds. I stopped when my father went on going the opposite direction, down a corridor in a rarely used section of the house.
My curiosity peaked. I moved a little faster and caught up with him in time to see him pushing open a door. I walked in after him.
I immediately felt the atmosphere in the room: secretive, brooding, dark, and... scheming.
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