145 - Ellithor

ASHER STEELE.

After we had arrived at the Silver Crest’s packhouse, Blade requested to have an hour or two to himself. I let him go. He probably wanted to wash off the blood and dirt from his body.

He refused to speak with anyone, and as much as I understood him, I was expecting him to act like an Alpha, but he was letting his emotions rule him again.

"Let him grieve." Luce’s voice snapped me f