Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 183

Chapter 183

Rather than felt, I heard the screech of metal twisting and tearing, followed by a loud splash. Before I could swipe away the moisture that coated my face, the entire world went dark.

“Damn it, Lola...” A voice snarled, practically shouting in my ear. “ ...one minute before I throw your ass over my shoulder and—”

All at once the memories collided in my head, exploding in a symphony of screeching tires, torn metal, and rushing water. The soundtrack was backed by Tristan’s voice, which was growing angrier by the second. When I was able to pry my eyes open, my surroundings quickly sharpened and the forest we were in came into view. While I was more than thankful there wasn’t any light to blind me, there was a gnawing sort of pain covering most of my body.

‘Goddess, I hate cars.’ Maya groaned, ‘We’re running everywhere from now on.’

“You need to get the hell up before the witches catch up.” Tristan hissed quietly, wedging his hands underneath my arms.

As he lifted me to my feet, the pain that wrapped itself around every bone and muscle in my body began to throb, pulsating to the same beat as my heart. I must’ve let out groan of some sort because Tristan muttered an apology and began looking me over. I swayed on my feet as he lifted my t-shirt, trying and failing miserably to swat his hands away.

“I’m fine!” I insisted, “I just need a damn minute.”

“We don’t have a minute.” He retorted, jostling me hard enough to snare my attention.

It was then I looked at him, noticing the blood that trickled from a gash on his forehead. His hair was matted and disheveled, the blond strands tinted copper with blood. I trailed my eyes downwards and frowned. His clothes were wet. Soaked to the bone, actually.

I spun around fast enough to make my vision blur, the tree’s doubling and tripling before my eyes. It didn’t stop me from seeing the river we’d crashed into, or the minivan wedged directly in its center. The windows were blown out and the airbags deployed, blocking me from seeing into the driver’s side.

“Tristan, where is Dina?” I asked quietly, not tearing my eyes away from the van. “Don’t tell me you left her in there.”

He said in

her out of there!” I snarled, whirling on him. “Get her out,

was ticking away and that sooner or later the witches would find us. Panic swelled in my chest, but not at the thought of

smearing some of the blood down his cheek, and raced to the minivan. I

to chase

was able to move without falling over, I hurried to Tristan’s side. He had hoisted Dina from the driver’s seat, slinging her over his shoulder. The slight limp in his left leg was the first thing I noticed, followed

She murmured, wincing as Tristan lowered her to the ground. “Can’t run

Tristan said briskly,

through Dina’s flesh. “We need to set her leg so she can heal properly, then we can get out

said quietly, her tone eerily peaceful and face turned towards the skyline. “I won’t be healed before it

that means—” I snapped, grinding my teeth together to hold

you need to shift.” Tristan said firmly. “You

matching the refusal that not only burned my tongue, but stung my eyes and constricted around my throat. The world around me was trembling. Every branch and every leaf shook, yet no one else noticed. It took

could see the impatience growing on Tristan’s face and anticipated his explosion half

do you have to be so goddamn stubborn? Be selfish, Lola. Get out of here and live. Your life matters more than

rage that sapped my own. I was still exhausted, but I could think clearly,

breath, and when I spoke, my voice

one another. It doesn’t matter what I am,

unclenched

my decision, Tristan. Respect it and help me set her leg so we can get

a countdown. I’d heard myself take on the confidence and fearlessness of

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