Asher's POV
Two days after the freak letter and here I am pacing my office determined to make a hole in the ground.
Why?
Who?
"Fuck! Fucking piece of shit!" I curse again for the nth time.
I have cursed out in anger so much time that a sailor would be more than proud of me.
I'm tired.
I'm angry.
I'm fucking confused.
I don't even know where to look.
I'm angry all right but fear of the unknown consumes me more.
Fear of what will happen when this hunter person decides to strike.
Damien was here yesterday but all he could offer was his fighters and trackers not the hunter responsible for the letter and certainly not their exact location.
I smell her before I see her.
My body, soul and mind doesn't respond to her scent the way they normally do.
It makes me worried.
You might ask why am I worried for a pack that is not even my own.
