Asher's POV
I know you all weren't expecting me to be alive. Unfortunately, for me, I was alive, hale, yes, but not hearty. During the battle between Ryker and Kira, the entity that had given me my powers came and swallowed me and my golden-eyed wolves—I am sure you all remember that particular event.
After that, I woke to find myself in a place that looked like a dungeon or a cave. I stood up to see if I would find my golden-eyed wolves, but I couldn't see them. I called out to one of them, but there was no response.
"How did I even get here? I thought I was dead," I muttered under my breath.
"Well, apparently you are not dead—yet."
I looked around. There was no one but me in the space, but I could hear the voice clearly, not from within me now, not from my head, but from someone in the cave.
"Who are you?" I asked, extending my claws.
"Ouch, you've forgotten your master so soon?" The statement was followed by an evil grin.
"I have no master!" I said firmly.
