116. Seeing Things

Asher’s pov

“What the fuck happened?” Storm asked when I came close.

He was surrounded by dead bodies and covered in blood.

I was still holding on to Argo, who was barely able to walk.

Yeah, what did happen? It was hard for me to remember everything.

“Alpha Scott had silver nails laced with wolfsbane; he fought with Argo. We need to get out of here.”

Storm shook his head, “no, offense, but we’re not going anywhere until you, your son, and I get some bandages or something. Because we’re in no fucking shape to take on any more people.”

“Speak for yourself,” I replied jokingly.

I stared at Storm’s body; his body was more red than his skin color.

Storm smirked at me, “it’s mostly not my blood. But I did get shot, um, twice. So that fucking sucks.”

I looked over at my son, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

Storm was right. We needed to stop the bleeding and rest before we left. We were sitting ducks here, but I did just kill the Alpha of this pack. So the remaini