Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 204

This was bad.

The battle was no longer waging on the outskirts of town, not with our lack of numbers and the witch’s arsenal of weapons.

Many of the Vampire’s here weren’t hardened warriors but families without a home, desperate for somewhere safe to raise their children and watch them grow. Seeing as Asher and I refused to force anyone to fight, fearful they’d be k****d and ripped away from those they loved, it left us at a huge disadvantage.

Deacon had been right. That much was clear in the feverish way the witches fought, banding together in small groups as they used both magic and human weaponry to take us down. There had to be over a dozen of them, possibly more. They could’ve waited until the sun had risen and claimed this town as their own, but there was always that chance I wouldn’t be here.

It was a risk they chose not to take, and probably our only advantage.

The witches had silver, and plenty of it. Clutched in the hands of many were guns with plated bullets, daggers etched in the shimmering metal, and crossbows with tips coated in liquid moonlight.

“That’s right. Come and get me shadow mutt.” A voice spat, one that instantly ignited my rage.

Ember, surrounded by three other witches, was goading Breyona from the forest line. I couldn’t see my best-friend, but somehow I knew she was in there, watching and frothing at the mouth for a second chance at devouring the flame throwing witch she’d fought before.

A screech rang out, this one belonging to Dina as she flew through the air and made an attempt at k*****g Ember. Dina must’ve gotten the dagger from one of the witches, which she swung the moment she was within range. It was no ordinary blade, curling and forming the shape of a crescent moon, it’s edge uncomfortably sharp.

Ember bent backwards, her body arching in the same fashion as Dina’s stolen blade. For a moment, it looked like she might fall over. She narrowly missed losing her head, and as the dagger passed inches above her face, she straightened up and launched an attack that clipped Dina in the shoulder.

Dina’s shirt was singed and smoking, but the Vampire barely seemed to notice. She swung again, pushing forward when a beastly snarl exploded from the forest. Breyona materialized from pure shadow, her fur flickering and waving like the curls of smoke that wafted off Dina’s burnt flesh. She barreled into Ember and all three of the witches, sending them scattering.

had thrust another witch in her place, who was instantly snatched into Breyona’s jaws and flung across the street,

it and launching them at Vampire and Werewolf alike. I had just locked eyes on Giovanni

to meet the wide-eyed gaze of a witch just feet away from thrusting a

of black and white, followed by

she kicked and thrashed. Her eyes began to spark, flickering with a golden light that made my adrenaline spike. My uncle made quick work disarming her, then finished her off by thrusting the blade she carried into her

He barked, already moving onto the

spiraling into action, but the dull flash of pain blossoming in my shoulder, burning red-hot the way all wounds created by silver did. What was worse was that the pain wasn’t my own. No, it

though it had been some time since I’d last shifted, there was no pain when I exploded into a mass of fur and teeth. Though my clothes had been torn to shreds, I could still

off, dashing through the individual battles that were raging, past burning cars and trampled gardens. I followed the pull in my gut, the one that ran soul deep until I spotted the

wolf form, fighting against

wolf, but it held traces of that feral brutality I loved so much, like he truly was a wild animal with no thoughts other than to k**l and devour. There were four witches still surrounding him, one with a shield of pulsating energy flowing from her hands.

in on a spot below his shoulder blade. His fur glistened brighter there, and

right down to the stinging b**n of silver gracing my fur-covered skin. As I slammed into the witches that surrounded my mate, I pictured that force field of magical energy

look on the witch’s face as her magic

Asher’s blood. She tried to turn the weapon on me, to fire it at my face, but a crossbow wasn’t a suitable

was raspy and loud, but was quickly drowned out by the chaos, d***h, and

I saw he was fighting some b***h with super strength.’ Asher’s voice flooded my head through the mind-link, gritty with determination as he rolled across the grass leapt over a fence, drawing the witches attacking him

as the houses began to flit by. Colors blurred, all tainted by flickering hues of red and orange—of

where the h**l are

reply came instantly, as

houses…the one with the broken fire

to spot considering water was still spewing into the air, falling down over our heads like fat droplets of rain. One witch in particular, an elemental from the looks of it,