Suddenly, his father's voice cut through the fog of his mind, a commanding mind link that snapped him out of his haze.
"Asher, in my office. Now. It's important."
Asher froze for a moment, his chest heaving from the exertion. He gritted his teeth, responding with a simple, "On my way."
Without hesitation, he shifted from his wolf form, grabbing a pair of shorts that lay nearby, and began making his way to the pack house. As he walked past the young women from the pack, who would normally have tried to catch his eye or flirt with him, they now averted their gaze and gave him a wide berth. His aura had grown impossibly strong, an intense, dominant energy that made people uneasy. But it wasn’t just his alpha aura that kept them away, it was his brutal rejection of anyone who approached him
