Page 62 of Midnight Moon
I gave him a pointed look. “We aren’t exactly the predicted winners of the Alpha Games. If what you believe is true, the sorcerers would target a more formidable pack.” The words hurt to say, but they were true.
Despite my highest hopes, the Summit Pack was unlikely to become Top Pack.
Asher blew air between his lips and looked to the sky as if seeking divine intervention. “Blair… I don’t pretend to know everything about this situation, but I told you, I don’t believe in coincidences. There have been two attacks on your pack in as many days. It would be foolish for you to ignore this threat.”
“I’m not ignoring it,” I murmured.
I just don’t understand it.
“We need to tell someone about this,” I said, gesturing to the dead shifter.
Asher lowered his chin. “No.”
“No?” I didn’t understand.
“No,” Asher repeated. His serious expression brooked no argument, but he was going to get one, nonetheless.
“Are you crazy, Asher? Arabidshifter ran loose in Badlands’ territory, and itattackedus. We have to say something.”
Instead of responding, Asher closed the short distance between us. He wrapped his hands around my arms and lowered his head until we were eye to eye.
My stomach fluttered, and goosebumps broke out over my skin.
“Blair.” His gaze flickered between mine, and he swallowed thickly. “I know you don’t have any reason to trust me. You don’t know me well. But I beg you to keep this shifter’s existence between us. There’s something else going on here, and I need time to figure it out before the players start to hide their moves.”
His proximity muddled my thoughts, making it difficult to process what he’d said.
When my mind caught up, logic demanded I deny his request.
If there was someone going out of their way to harm shifters, the other packs deserved to know.
I opened my mouth to deny Asher’s appeal, but my gut twisted with such severity that I couldn’t form the words.
Every time I tried to voice my disagreement, the feeling intensified.
Asher continued to watch me. If he sensed my turmoil, he didn’t let on.
My inability to disagree with Asher forced me to admit he was right. I didn’t know the Wilds shifter well, and I shouldn’t trust him.
But no matter how hard I tried to convince myself of those facts, I couldn’t ignore the truth was that I did. I trusted Asher, and I physically couldn’t object to his plea.
What was happening to me?
“Fine.” My whisper floated in the space between us, carrying with it unnamable implications of what my acquiescence meant.
I shrugged, forcing Asher to release his hold on me. When he did, I finally felt like I could take a full breath.
“But if anything else happens to me, Hunter, or anyone,” I continued, “Iwillbe telling my dad.”
Asher gave a terse nod. “Understood.”
“And you have to keep me in the loop,” I tacked on. “If you or Chase learn something more about what’s going on, you have to tell me.”
His hands curled into fists at his side. “I can’t agree to that.”
I played the only card I had. “Then I can’t agree not to tell everyone about the rabid shifter.”
Asher scowled. “You don’t understand, Blair. Knowledge is dangerous.”
