Chapter 162 Harper’s POV

The scent of herbs always calmed me down. Well, usually. Tonight, it only reminded me how uneasy I felt.

The healer’s sanctuary was quiet except for the soft drip of water from the moss-lined walls and the crackle of a low flame under the cauldron. I sat cross-legged on the floor, my palms hovering above a shallow bowl filled with moonwater. Madam Tessa circled me slowly, her voice a gentle hum. Aside from being a good cook in the pack. Valerie’s mom also has ...