Chapter Fifty-One

 

In search of my little wolf

 

Asher

 

It was day 89 before my life got ruined; funny how I kept counting down the days when I was supposed to be finding a solution.

 

"Son." My mom's voice growled from beside me as I spun to face her. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice she entered in.

 

"Are you still beating yourself up about the death of Ethan?" She mumbled, her voice laced with concern, as I remained quiet. My mom still believed Ethan was dead, like every other person. I felt it was better I kept the news of him being alive to...