#Chapter 185: Follow the String

Asher “Asher. Asher, breathe.” I tried to focus on the voice. It belonged to one of Cynthia’s friends. Which one? Aimee. Yes, Aimee. I had wanted to follow Cynthia when she had gone off with Lamar. I had tried, but then my chest flared with sharp pain like it had split open. The stretch of the mating bond had brought me once more to my knees. No! Not now! Cynthia needed me. She didn’t know about the things Lamar had said. She went with him naïve and unprotected. And I had let her go. I cursed my body, too weak to reject the blinding pain of the breaking mating bond. If I was stronger, I could push through. Lamar had taken her. He was going to…! He wanted to…! I had to get to her! I tried to move forward, but my legs couldn’t hold my weight. I instantly fell again. Aimee knelt beside me, as did Cynthia’s other friend, Nicole. “She… can’t…” The pain rippled through my body so fiercely, I struggled to speak. But I had to. I forced the words out between clenched