Does She Think That Low Of Us?

Derek’s POV

I needed to have a shower to get this blood off of me. The bathroom was in the same room, so it was fine. As the water ran down my back, I thought why would Asher think Sophia was his mate, even after he had seen that she wore my mark on her neck. Was he really that dead set on trying to get everything that I had? But what I couldn’t get was what was the point in wiping out the packs?

“Someone has to be working with him?” Jerek said to me.

“I agree, but who and why? That’s what I can’t work out. What are they gaining out of this?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Derek. But we are going to need to confront the idiot about this after tonight.” I agreed with Jerek. Asher was going to pay for what he had done. Killing innocent people was not good enough and if that meant war, then so be it. But we would do it the way that Sophia had suggested. We would send word out to all the packs in the south, explaining what had happened and what we were going to do. Then they could decide