The news was not taken well by the cardinal alphas, but Asher was the one most affected.
"This is fucking bullshit!" he exploded, slamming his hand against the table so hard the plates rattled.
He shot to his feet, eyes dark and wild.
"No. Absolutely not," he growled, his voice thick with rising panic. "I will not allow it. You're not going anywhere."
On a battlefield, he could reach her. Protect her and tear apart anything that threatens her. But the Land of the Dead? How was he supposed to get to her there? What could he possibly do if something went wrong in a realm he couldn't even step into?
The helplessness — even the mere idea of it — wrapped around his throat like a chokehold.
Griffin said, worry etched across his face.
"Asher. Breathe."
Asher stared down at his hands. His entire arm trembled violently, his chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven pulls of air.
"Fuck," he muttered, turning away quickly as humiliation burned through him.
