Odessa POV

“Gross,” I winced.

The bitter taste remained on my tongue long after the liquid burned my throat. I couldn’t finish it. Despite my knowledge of herbs, the mixture I made was beyond disgusting.

I gagged and set the bowl down.

I was desperate enough to drink this stuff in the open, where any pack member could see me and accuse me of witchcraft again!

“This is pointless,” I sobbed. “Nothing’s going to fix me.”

No amount of herbs is going to fix my broken wolf.

Meadow ...