Henry was not the martyr the whole pack made him out to be, and one of Asher's first visions as Alpha was to tear down that illusion.
He would expose Henry for who he truly was, and it was an abuser, a manipulator, a liar, a psychopath. The list could go on forever.
Hence one could imagine the devastation twisting inside him as he stood on the balcony overlooking the courtyard, watching that performance unfold below.
"Who in the world arranged that?" His jaw was clenched, voice tight with disbelief as he turned to Jeremiah, standing beside him.
Before Jeremiah could respond, another voice came from behind.
"I did."
Asher froze. He turned, his breath catching when he saw it was Ezra.
"H-how could you?" Asher's tone cracked, pain raw in his voice. "You know… you knew the monster he was. What he—" He stopped mid-sentence, his throat locking up.
