Alpha’s Claimed Mate.
But no sound came.
Just him—**Asher**, standing on four powerful legs, covered in black and silver fur, his head snapping toward a group of intruders. He lunged, tearing through them with precision, no hesitation. A blur of motion, of fury and power. There was blood on his teeth. Steel couldn’t seem to touch him.
*Oh my God.*
*Oh my God.*
*What—what is he?*
And then… he turned.
Saw her.
Even through the monstrous form, **his eyes met hers**. Something in them held. Recognition. A flicker of… grief?