Luro’s POV
Possum’s mother welcomed me warmly into her Wigwam. It was similar to the one I had stayed with the difference that everything seemed more vibrant and livelier. We sat on a rug while Possum’s mother served us a simple meal of bread and beans.
Possum started narrating the story as we ate slowly, “A few centuries ago, we lived in perfect harmony with the other packs. In fact, the healer wolves were treated with respect wherever they went.”
“Our advanced abilities at healing could even save a wolf from the death bed. This made us greatly coveted. Everything was good until Alpha Astrid’s ambition ruined everything,” Possum’s mother explained as she sat down next to us. “Over the years, our abilities have dwindled greatly. Now, we struggle to do even the basic healing spells.”
