If there was one trait Violet thrived on, it was being stubborn. And for the first time, she was glad for that. Violet Purple never left Asher's room. No, she sat her ass right there. Asher couldn't hide his own ass forever. Moreover, she had come here under the influence of his power.
Unfortunately, she wasn't brave enough to return to the shack at this ungodly hour. It was three in the morning—she'd checked Asher's phone, seeing as she came here with nothing—and the way back home was terrifying. Violet wasn't a chicken, but there are just some stupid risks you don't take.
Not all the wolves liked her, and she could still remember the phantom weight of those unseen eyes watching her on her way here. If she left now, any of them could take this opportunity to harm her, and no one would come to her aid. If Asher wanted her gone, then he should be the one to walk her back.
