Asher would’ve killed him on the spot with only my word as evidence. That was how much he trusted me, how much he wanted to protect me.

The gut-feeling twisting and tearing into my stomach like razor blades was telling me to scream for my mate—or worse, tear Lars’s throat out myself.

I had to keep my cool, especially at a bake sale for a girl who had just been murdered. There was no way I could cause a scene. I couldn’t accuse Lars of something like this with nothing more than