Chapter 129

She was finally here. With me. In my pack house.

I sat beside her as the moonlight spilled across the blankets, lighting up her pale face and the silver hair spread over my pillow.

A slow breath left my lungs. Inside my head, Asher paced restlessly.

Finally. Asher voice sounded rough with relief.

I reached out carefully and brushed my fingers against Emily’s hand resting on the blanket. Warm. Real.

“With us,” I whispered.

Asher growled low in satisfaction. But then his attention shifted instantly to the silver collar wrapped tightly around her throat.

Take it off.

My jaw tightened. I’d already tried. The second we got back, Blake and the doctors had examined it. Silver laced with witchcraft, every lock sealed with blood magic.

“We will,” I answered my wolf silently. “I’ll rip this damn thing off her if it's the last thing I do.”

My eyes drifted back to her sleeping face, and the memories came