All Chapters of Out of the Ashes: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Narrator- "Is that so?" Damien wondered, while sitting back in his chair, "and who is she?" "A human girl." Elaine replied, while perched on her father's desk. "A human?" Damien echoed in question. "Yep." Elaine said with popping emphasis on the 'P', "saw her with my own eyes and everything." "Well, this is quite interesting." Damien mused, "How was he with her?" "What do you mean?" "His behavior," Damien clarified, "did he seem happy to have a new mate?" "Oh no. He hates her guts." Elaine commented with a smile, then she added, "For a second I thought he was going to rip her throat out." "Really?" Damien questioned. "Yeah, but then George showed up and long story short, the girl is with Asher now." Elaine recounted. "George, that meddling snake." Damien noted, his fists instantly tightening. Elaine didn't comment on her father's words about George, nor did she show any emotion. "How do you want me to proceed?" Elaine demanded instead. Damien looked at his daughter and l

Asher- The girl was still sleeping in my bed. My bed. A place which hasn't been occupied by another extra body since... This girl was already invading my space a little too much. I needed to figure out how to handle her situation before getting rid of her completely. I didn't need a mate. No one would ever replace... The girl sighed and hummed in her sleep. Why was she so dang familiar in mannerism to...? No. No she wasn't. This girl was toxic. I could tell. She talks back, has an attitude, and she's human. I didn't have the patience to deal with breaking a human into our world. If she wasn't smart enough to accept the fact that regular humans were not in fact on top of the food chain, then I wouldn't be able to help her. "Alpha?" I heard Josh's voice outside my door before he gave three firm knocks. I instantly had a headache. "Alpha, sorry to disturb you, but it's urgent." Joshua spoke again. Maybe if I stayed really quiet, he would think that I'm asleep. I didn't have the

*WARNING: The beginning of this chapter contains material that some may find sensitive/ offensive. Read at your own discretion or skip to after the first scene break "#" * Narrator- "What?" Dillon breathed out, as if he misheard Elaine. "You asked what I wanted, and I said I want a kiss." Elaine clarified. "Why?" Dillon wondered. "What do you mean 'why'?" Her fingers began to press down on his windpipe. Dillon stiffened and squeaked. "Wait-" he half-begged and half-squeaked all at once. Elaine pressed further. Dillon's wrists pulled at their restraints, but his actions were futile. When his face paled, his mouth ran dry, and his eyelids started to blink groggily, Elaine released his neck with an angered grunt, and walked away. "Didn't you learn anything from the last time you chose to question me?" She turned around and demanded sharply. "Yes-I-" Dillon's faint, panting words were cut off by a cough. Elaine waited for his lungs and injured throat to calm down. "I- I'm sorry

Narrator- Ben entered a mud hut covered with bamboo and straw, which served as the local social establishment for the closest hybrid village near the pack. When the elderly wolf entered the dark space lighted only by candles and handmade wax lamps, he still wore his cowboy style hat, which covered his silver white hair, and provided a dark shield for his pupils which carefully looked from left to right while he made his way to the bar. Though the sun was shining brightly outside, it's rays were unable to penetrate the thick dirt walls of the hut, making the inside cool, dark, safe and homely for its pale occupants, and their fellow werewolf drinking partners. The smell of burning smoke, alcohol, blood and red meat all melted into the closed space like an unavoidable stench which threatened to hang on its visitors' clothes upon exiting the place. There were patrons who turned the oak tables into their beds. Some were asleep and snoring loudly, while others laid unconscious with busty

Narrator- Miranda felt the push even before Asher performed the movement. He lifted his hands, causing Miranda's grip to slip off his shoulder blades, and with his palms, he applied a quick yet strong shoving pressure on the balls of her shoulders, forcing her to stumble backwards. Miranda's feet ran away until the momentum had run out. She looked at Asher with hurt, teary eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Asher demanded, his tone telling Miranda that the rejection she earned at his hands was her own fault. "I just needed a hug." Miranda admitted. "And I told you not to bother trying to start anything with me. I don't care about you, can't you see that?" Asher bit without a care. He scoffed and retrieved a shirt from his dresser. "So then why am I here Asher? If you don't care, why am I here?" Miranda asked while opening her arms. The ghost stood in the corner with her arms crossed. She looked at Asher and shook her head in disappointment. Asher slipped on the s