Dinner

Asher’s P.O.V

"I need you to book the most available premium first-class flight to Angeles-Dark Moon pack," I barked into the phone, my patience wearing thin like the threads of a frayed rope. I had to go back home for whatever reason my step-mother needed me or I might risk her discovering Anna and the kids. Whilst I didn’t have proof concerning what happened five years, I knew how intense my step-mother could be, especially with how she wanted me to marry Vira at all costs.

Sen's confusion was palpable, even over the phone. "Asher, what's going on? Why are we heading back to the pack?" His voice was laced with concern, like a gentle prod to my already frazzled nerves.

I snapped, my temper flaring like a wildfire. "Just do it, Sen. Don't question me." My words were sharp as a whip, lashing out at the one person who dared to challenge me.

Less than ten minutes later, Sen called back, his voice hesitant, like a child tiptoeing around a sleeping bear. "Asher, there's a problem. There ar