Chapter 53

Asher pov

As we ventured deeper into the warehouse, Sophia's scent grew stronger with every step. We approached a corner of the warehouse, and suddenly, a loud, multiple laughter echoed through the air. The three of us stared at each other in shock.

"Are you hearing that too?" Loid whispered, his voice trembling.

"Put your voice down," I whispered back, my tone low and angry. "I am hearing it too."

Loid started to protest, "Don't tell me to put my voice down, we are all entering into a very dangerous place which we don't have a plan and—"

But I quickly interrupted him, holding my hand over his mouth as we heard approaching footsteps.

We slipped into a dark shadow, watching as two men, whom we sensed were werewolves, walked by. One of them turned in our direction, standing still as he tried to sense us.

"What's wrong?" his companion asked, tapping him on the arm.

"Oh, nothing," he replied. "I thought I sensed something."

As they turned to leave, we emerged from the shadows, breathing a sigh of relief.

"When I say shut up, you do just that," I said, staring at Loid.

"Let's just go and find your luna," Johnson said, leading the way to the noisy area.

We reached the noisy corner and hid behind an abandoned tractor, peeking out to see what was going on. To our greatest surprise, Sophia was dancing in the midst of a group of dangerous werewolves, completely drunk.

My eyes widened in shock and horror as I took in the scene before me. Sophia, my luna, was dancing in the midst of a group of rough-looking werewolves, a bottle of liquor clutched in her hand. She was clearly drunk, stumbling and staggering to the music.

"What in the world...?" Loid said, trailed off, his eyes fixed on Sophia in disgust.

Johnson's face was grim. "We need to get her out of here, now." He said. 

I nodded, my mind racing with a plan. We couldn't just barge in there and risk a fight. We needed to be strategic.

But before I could come up with a plan, Sophia stumbled and fell, laughing hysterically. The werewolves around her cheered and clapped, and one of them, a burly man with a cruel grin, reached down to help her up.

My instincts flared, and I growled low in my throat. That was it. We were getting her out of there, now.

I took a step forward, my eyes fixed on Sophia and the werewolf who was helping her up. Johnson and Loid followed close behind, their faces set with determination.

As we approached, the werewolves turned to face us, their eyes narrowing in hostility. The burly man who had helped Sophia up took a step forward, his fists clenched.

"Well, well, well," he sneered. "Look what we've got here. The alpha himself coming to save his dear luna, and his bodyguards or friends."

I growled, my teeth bared. "Let her go," I snarled.

The werewolf just laughed. "Oh, I don't think so," he said. "She's having too much fun. And besides, she's not going anywhere until she pays her tab."

I took another step forward, my eyes blazing with anger. "You're not going to hurt her," I said. "Not while I'm here."

The werewolf sneered again, but I could see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He knew that I was the alpha, and that I wouldn't back down.

Suddenly, Sophia stumbled forward, her eyes unfocused. "A- asher?" she slurred.

I rushed forward, catching her by the arm and holding her upright. "I'm here, Sophia," I said. "Let's get you out of here."

But as I turned to leave, the burly werewolf stepped forward, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're not going anywhere," he snarled.

I stood my ground, my eyes locked on the werewolf. "I'm not looking for a fight," I said, my voice low and even. "But I will do whatever it takes to protect my luna."

The werewolf sneered again, but I could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

Johnson and Loid moved forward, positioning themselves on either side of me. "We're not going to let you hurt her," Johnson said, his voice firm.

The werewolf's eyes flicked to Johnson and Loid, and for a moment, I thought he was going to back down. But then his face hardened, and he took a step forward.

"You think you can take on all of us?" he sneered. "We outnumber you three to one."

I smiled, a cold, calculated smile. "I'm not just any ordinary werewolf," I said. "I'm the alpha. And I will do whatever it takes to protect my luna and my pack."

The werewolf's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought he was going to attack. But then he seemed to think better of it, and he took a step back.

"Fine," he said. "You can take your luna and leave. But this isn't over."

I nodded, my eyes never leaving the werewolf. "I'm counting on it," I said.

With that, I turned and led Sophia out of the warehouse, Johnson and Loid following close behind. We didn't stop until we were back in the safety of our pack's territory.

As soon as we were safe, I turned to Sophia and shook my head. "What were you thinking, Sophia?" I asked. "You could have been killed."

Sophia looked up at me, her eyes unfocused. "I'm sorry, asher," she slurred. "I just wanted to have some fun and again you and your mother provoked me and I wanted to clear my head."

I sighed, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. "We'll talk about this later," I said. "Right now, let's just get you home and safe."

I helped Sophia into the car, and Johnson and Loid followed, their faces still tense with concern.

As we drove back to the pack house, Sophia leaned against the window, her eyes closed. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, and I knew she was going to have a rough morning.

When we arrived at the pack house, I helped Sophia out of the car and into her room. I sat her down on the bed and pulled off her shoes.

"Sophia, you need to be more careful," I said, looking at her sternly. "You can't just go out and get drunk with a bunch of strangers. You're a luna of this pack, and you need to start acting like it."

Sophia looked up at me, her eyes bleary. "I have already said I'm sorry, asher," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just needed to get out and have some fun. I didn't mean to worry you or anybody and after all you didn'tcare about me in the first place."

I sighed, feeling a loud of guilt. I knew Sophia was still hurting from our argument with my mothet, and I shouldn't be so hard on her, not even now that she was drunk, she would say things that would only make things worse.

"Just get some rest, okay?" I said, standing up. "We'll talk about this more in the morning."

Sophia nodded, and I could see the exhaustion taking over. I turned out the light and left the room, feeling a mix of concern and frustration.

As I walked to another room, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Sophia's behavior was getting more and more erratic, and I didn't know how to help her.

I lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I knew I had to do something to help Sophia, but I didn't know where to start, and soon i wouldn't be able to take it anymore and ask for a divorce...