Chapter 100

Asher's POV

This week has been tense with an additional three more deaths.

Yes we've had four impromptu funerals.

I am convinced that I am not in the right state of mind.

I was this close to losing it.

Maybe I had lost it yesterday when I single handedly killed a whole family of harmless deers.

My wolf didn't feel remorse.

We wanted the blood of the enemy staining our teeth.

I wanted to hold the heart of the person causing me this much pain in my claws crush it in my palms like a goddamn cookie.

Fear and panic is rampant now in the pack.

No one knows who will be the next victim.

Everyone is living in fear afraid to sleep at night because that is when the killings happen.

The confusing thing was that the victims increased geometrically in age. Our last victim was one of the oldest people in the pack.

The man had lived centuries, survived sicknesses, migrations and all manner of things.