Chapter 157
ASHER
My breaths came in short, Sharp pants. They were louder than the voices clashing around in my head, louder than the sound of commotion I could hear outside the pack house.
How the hell had those boys found us?
I had chosen Hannah's location myself. It was somewhere no one would think to look, a spot I had not even told our trusted guards about. And yet they had changed in there like a bunch of bloody heroes and snatched Hannah from right under my nose.
Julia.
I saw her again, in my mind's eye, bleeding, broken and very very dead. I had failed her! I had failed myself and the bitch had escaped me again!
Pure blind rage bloomed in my chest like a deadly flower and then I was running, kicking the furniture out of my way. I slammed my fist into the wall again and again until the plaster peeled off, until the skin of my knuckles were peeled and bloody. I tasted blood on my tongue.
"Should have been the bitch's blood," I muttered to myself.
By now her blood should have been making me invincible, powerful. Instead the ones I trusted to get rid of this pest must have been either killed or captured. Even Mia.
The Hannah bitch seemed to have as many lives as a cat. Could it be true that the moon goddess was on her side and was somehow protecting her from harm? What other explanation could there be for her escaping death so many times than a normal person could?
The door burst open. My hand went on the hilt of my dagger as I turned with my heart pounding like a trip-hammer in my chest. It was not Hannah or her minions at the door.
It was my father, bruised, bloodied, battered with the letter B standing out on his forehead like an ugly signpost.
"FUCK!" he screamed so loud the chandeliers in the meeting room shook.
He cursed. He walked around the room like a mad bull, kicking and scattering the things I had not already kicked and scattered. I stood aside and said nothing. I knew exactly how he felt. He had to work the fury out of his system.
But saying still and unnoticed was hard. The fire burning in my bones hadn't gone out yet.
I wanted to kill something. I wanted it so bad I felt tears start in my eyes. I hated myself for running out of that room like a bloody coward but then what choice did I have?
My father suddenly rounded on me.
"You," he said, his voice low and fierce. "Tell me how those Wallace bastards knew where we were."
What? Did he think I had leaked that information to our enemies? The slip about telling Hannah she had only fifteen days left was just that. A slip. Something I had sworn never to repeat.
"I- I don't know," I stammered, looking nervously at the hand he kept in the pocket of his robes. "I was as surprised as you were."
"Hannah's location was a well kept secret even my must trusted men didn't know. That warehouse was far away from both our packs. Only an insider could have given them the information-"
"Maybe one of the councilmen did betrayed us," I suggested.
He bared his bloody teeth. "The councilmen! They didn't know about the location until this afternoon when I personally took them there for the ritual. Or are you suggesting those bastards just happened to show up there to search for Hannah when they had the whole territories to search?"
"I told you. I-"
In two strides he was right in front of me. His fingers twisted themselves into the collar of my shirt.
"What went wrong? Tell me damnit!" he yelled.
I put my hand on his chest and shoved him back. A piece of my torn shirt remained in his grip.
"Why won't you believe me?" I said. "I have no idea."
His eyes narrowed. "You don't know-"
"Yes!" I shouted back. "I have no fucking clue. Instead of looking for who to push the blame on, you should consider the fact that Hannah just can't be killed. Almost everyone who has tried to kill her has died. Has that fact ever even registered in your brain?"
"You dare," he said. "You dare speak to me that way, boy?"
I hesitated only for a second then decided I had had enough of his bullshit.
"Yes, I dare," I said, standing my ground and looking him in the eye. "If no one else wants to tell you the truth, I will. Your thirst for revenge has blinded you. It has made you weak. I'm tired of being pushed around by you, acting out any little scheme you manage to dream up.
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