"The same!" The pack doctor replied to Lucian.
Honestly, Lucian wasn't expecting any miracle. Tara still looked the same, with a very faint pulse. It bothered Lucian that either Wicca or one of her minions could surpass the guards, masking their smell, and do that to Tara inside his mansion. He could not get rid of the feeling of failure and regarded himself as responsible for Tara's condition.
Lucian's gut feeling said the Makete could be Asher. He had never met Asher, neither they exchanged a word for him to have those prejudices. But whatever he learned from Noah, Rafael, and Elsa, he could not get rid of his instincts that it was Asher's doing. Lucian believed there were more layers to this Makete than he revealed.
Lucian sighed with frustration. There was only one way to find As
