Chapter

Eighty Nine

Asher

War wasn’t pretty as a rule, but something about this scene called to me, holding me hostage while it forced me to watch with a grim sort of fascination. The epitome of not being able to look away from a train wreck. Except the train was my friends, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening.

I hated standing on the sidelines, forced to watch them fight for their lives. I itched to join them, but without my wolf I would only be in the way. So I stayed back, an unwilling sentinel to the chaos.

Something no one ever tells you...