Ch. 12 The Right Call

Asher

I hold Ellie with her face pressed to my chest, shielding her from the gruesome scene in front of us. The forest is quiet, no lingering scents or presence of any kind that we could find. Still, all my senses are on high alert, ready to react at the slightest hint of danger.

“Ellie? Little one?” Mason turns her in my arms, cupping her face in his hands and resting his forehead against hers. It’s a testament to how terrified she is that she lets him get close to her. “I know you're scared but you’re the only one with a pack link, I need you to contact your dads, get them to come here. Can you do that for me?”

A hushed whimper bubbles out but she nods her affirmation.

“That’s my brave girl.” He whispers, kissing her forehead before he steps back.

I want to snarl, growl and spit at him for touching her but now isn’t the time. If it’s comforting for her, makes her feel safe, then I won’t deny her what she needs. Her eyes glaze over for a moment and I see a range of emotion