Asher looked at his Beta, knowing that the hope on his face made his friend shake his head.

"No, are you crazy? Are you going to trust this woman?" he hesitated, but the sound of Emma's panting breath dispelled any hesitation.

It didn't matter why the woman was there, nor why she hadn't shown up sooner if she knew Emma needed help; his mate was running out of time and he had no other options.

It was either trust the witch or let her die, and that wasn't an option for him. He needed Emma more than he needed to breathe; that could only mean that she was his true...