While Cierce prepared the Calendula, Hunter appeared. His eyes narrowed as he observed the activity, and he approached with concern.

“What are you doing?” inquired Hunter, his voice laden with worry.

“Cierce is preparing Calendula to help with the boys' fever,” I explained, turning to face him.

Hunter nodded, understanding the situation. “The wolves haven't returned yet?”

“No, Hunter. No one has passed by here yet,” Cierce replied, holding the ...