Page 98 of Midnight Moon
I continued to watch my father and Asher, but Chase’s reaction made me smirk.
“I am not the enemy,” Chase declared passionately.
“No?” Stephanie challenged. “What would you call yourself, seeing as you are a member of a rival pack?”
“A friend.”
She laughed. “I’d call you an acquaintance… maybe.”
Chase winced. From the corner of my eye, I watched him clutch a hand to his chest. “You wound me.”
“Something tells me you will get over it.”
I tuned out the rest of their conversation, focusing on the one between my father and my supposed mate.
Asher’s arms were crossed, adding to the tension rolling over his back. My father waved his hands in the air, and red crept up his neck.
Just as I was about to walk over and demand to know what they were talking about, the horn sounded. The second round was about to begin.
“Well, ladies. That’s my signal. Wish me luck.”
“Good luck,” Stephanie said.
Distracted, I muttered my own well wishes.
Asher had stepped away from the railing, about to turn his back on my father, when my father said something that gave him pause.
Then, both males turned to look at me.
A sense of dread stole over me.
Asher’s expression conveyed remorse while my father’s filled with determination.
I would give anything to know what they were talking about.
In the next moment, Asher spun away and began walking to the center of the field. Chase jogged to catch up with him.
My father turned away and moved towards the crowd on the opposite side of the ring. I thought about chasing after him, but our conversation shouldn’t be a short one, and I didn’t want to miss the match.
I decided to find him after the match. I would demand an explanation for his recent actions and insist he tell me what he and Asher talked about.
“Want to move closer?” Stephanie’s question interrupted my thoughts.
“I’m okay here. What about you?” I really didn’t want to fight for a viewing spot within the crowd, but I would if Stephanie wanted to.
“Nope, I’m good,” my best friend said. She leaned her elbows on the wood railing. “We can watch those sexy Wilds’ shifters win from here.”
Across the field, Chase looked over his shoulder with a shit-eating grin.
Stephanie released a small gasp, then laughed. “Do you think he heard me?”
Chase lifted a hand and waved.
“I think that’s a ‘yes,'” I answered.
“Impressive hearing,” Stephanie muttered as Chase turned back around. “The Wilds shifters have some skills.”
I stared at Asher’s profile as he turned to speak with his partner, remembering how his eyes glowed when using his magic.
