CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE - LATER

PIXIE

Staring at the door, I absently rubbed at the hurt in my chest, my brows furrowed.

Was I making the right decision?

Maybe I was being silly, or maybe I was just overreacting, but Asha’s reaction could only mean that it was true, right? He had killed his mate and didn’t want me to know. What had caused him to kill her? Was it in a fit of rage? Was she from an enemy pack? What? What could have driven Asha to kill his mate?

The Asha I knew didn’t seem capable of something that horrible. But I knew about his packs reputation in killing entire rogue packs that dared to oppose them, the Asha name was one that many wolves feared. The stories I’d heard had told how his pack never left a single survivor, and most of the wolves were unrecognizable. He may have been capable of the violence, but I couldn’t imagine him willingly murdering his own mate, especially because I’d already experienced what it was like to be cared for by him. He’d never hurt me, never gave me any impression that he