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Worse

Asher POV

Everything felt perfect. Every reason I have given for how I feel and what is going on is wiped away. I thought it was keeping it hidden how Elijah felt about Drakon, but it wasn't.

At that final moment, I smiled. I imagined our life here, with our child. Everything felt perfect, then all I saw was blood and Zyra lying dead under my wolf.

The images are so sickening I run to the bathroom, lock the door and begin being physically sick. The image seems to be so profoundly routed into my mind it's impossible to get rid of.

"Asher?" I hear Zyra and the quiet knock. "Please, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine, Zyra." My words are quiet; sitting down, I rest against the wall and close my eyes. I can still see it. That image isn't going to go easily. Rubbing my face, I try to compose myself.

Standing, I walk to the sink and turn on the tap. Looking into the mirror, I jump back. Blood covers my face, and my eyes are black. Looking down, I see blood on my hands.

Panicking, I turn on the shower
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