“Let's go together,” Damian suggested. He was putting on the warrior wear like Asher. “This is my cross to carry and besides, someone needs to watch the pack. Just in case.”“I am not taking over your place. Actually, I don't like it–stuck up in meetings with those old geezers for hours, not being as wild as I want and definitely I can't stand being told what to do.”Asher flashed a weak smile, looked towards Freya who was equally sad and beside Scarlett on her sick bed. His jaw clenched as he slowly walked over to her bedside. He held her hand and felt her skin. She was getting pale by the day. The doctor and healer said she was most likely not going to make it and had only a few days to live. “Don't worry. She will make it. She's strong,” Freya mumbled even though she doubted her own words. The healer and doctor already signed Scarlett off. She would never make it, they have said. It was only because it was Asher that they hadn't stopped coming in to check on her. Asher looked li
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