Chapter 84 Asher

• I sleepily walked down the stairs, after very little sleep, yet again. This time, there had been little to no visions of Isla that I remembered. My dreams were overtaken by visions of Bailey. And not in a pleasant way either. Visions of her being tortured. By a man I could not see. A man I could not identify. Yet his voice was the one on the phone…
• I woke up multiple times drenched in sweat, struggling to settle because I was desperate to go and check if she was okay. Yet, I knew I could not. Knew that I had to give her the space she had wanted. She had not wanted me there. I needed to know who this man was that had spoken to her like that. The moment she had rushed from my suite I had been on edge. Zion was the same. The urge to protect her was like nothing else I had experienced, and it unsettled me.
• This girl is not my mate. She is technically nothing to me. Not even a pack member. But, for some reason, her vulnerability and weakness had affected me and my wolf. And hearing the way that fucker had spoken to her had ripped through my heart. I had realized then I wanted to help her, yet she had refused my help.