Page 75 of Midnight Moon
“Fool,” Chase grumbled. He glared at Asher’s back before returning his attention to me.
His expression softened some more, but it didn’t hide the turmoil swirling in his eyes. “Sorcerers attacked you, but I don’t sense any trace of their magic on you. Whatever they tried to do failed. You will feel weak for a bit, but you should expect a full recovery.”
I wanted to believe him, but I had more questions.
“What about Asher’s magic? Did it do something to me?”
Chase stilled. “No… Why?”
No?
I shook my head.
Was I crazy?
Maybe my suppressed attraction to Asher was the reason I wanted to throw myself at him. Or maybe it was some sort of twisted response to him because he saved me.
Whatever the cause, I vowed to ignore it. I had bigger things to worry about—namely, the fact I was just attacked by freaking sorcerers. And on pack lands, no less.
I cleared my throat. “It looks like you were right,” I called to Asher. “The sorcerers are targeting my pack, after all.”
Asher didn’t move an inch. He continued staring off in the distance, but he replied, “I’m sorry to be right.”
“Can you tell us everything that happened?” Chase asked, pulling my gaze off the brooding shifter. I didn’t know what was wrong with Asher, but it wasn’t my problem to fix.
My wolf surprised me when she howled in the back of my mind, protesting my internal declaration.
I frowned.
Did she feel indebted to Asher for saving us, too?
I commanded my wolf to relax. I’d deal with her later.
Drawing my knees to my chest, I wrapped my arms around them, then told Chase the short version of what happened. “I was walking when the lights around me turned off. I knew something was wrong, but when I tried to go back to my cabin, I was trapped in an invisible box. Then, the sorcerers came forward and… I think you know the rest.”
My skin crawled as the sorcerers’ chants replayed in my mind.
My gaze landed on my collapsed attackers. I jerked back when their bodies began to blink out of sight, one by one.
Chase saw my reaction. He explained how he’d cast a spell to transport the sorcerers to Wilds Pack territory. There, they’d be interrogated by their alpha.
Chase looked over at Asher, but the shifter still hadn’t turned our way. “Did the sorcerers say anything to you before they attacked?”
“Yeah.” I told him the sorcerer accused me of stealing something from them. When I mentioned the odd title the sorcerer had tacked onto my name, a flare of shock traveled over Chase’s expression before he could hide it.
“What is it?” I asked. “Does the ‘daughter of the Mother Goddess’ mean something?”
Again, he looked to Asher. I followed his gaze.
Asher’s back muscles bulged beneath his shirt. Tension rippled through his body, but he didn’t turn around.
Chase exhaled as he looked away from his packmate.
He sounded uncertain when he finally said, “‘Daughter of the Mother Goddess’ is a title meant for a sorceress.”
I tilted my head to the side. “But I’m not a sorceress.”
“No, you are not,” he agreed. “Which makes the sorcerer’s words even more confusing.”
