Emma's POV

　　The witch's eyes locked onto me, filled with a profound understanding. "Tell me, child, what's happening here?" she asked, her voice gentle but urgent.

　　My words tumbled out in a desperate rush. "My mates, they're injured badly. We need to get them medical attention, quickly. Please, you have to help us!"

　　The witch's gaze swept over the brothers, her eyes assessing their wounds. Then, with a nod, she raised her hands. A soft, white glow ...