Petal's Pov

The healer’s ward was eerily quiet when I returned, the air thick with lingering tension. The herbal mists shimmered faintly in the dim lamplight, curling around the corners of the room like silent witnesses. Rosie sat on the mat, trembling, eyes fixed on the floor, her small body wracked with guilt and exhaustion. Her breaths were shallow, uneven, and I could see the faint tremors of the herb suppressor still battling her wolf’s energy.

I knelt beside her, my hand hovering ...