Ava
By the time I return to the camp, all the tents are packed away, any semblance of an encampment gone except for the lingering crowd of werewolves. I find a discarded mug that’s clean enough, filling it with water from the communal drinking area just before it’s packed up, too.
With everyone distracted by the evacuation, there’s no one to notice as I pour the sack of herbs to mix in with the water. I’m amazed as all the ingredients dissolve completely into the water, even though they should have floated to the top or settled at the bottom.
It doesn’t take long to find Owen after that. The way relief that washes over his face at the sight of me brings me hope that my plan will work.
“Ava! Thank the fates you’re okay. All the werewolves returned safely, but none of them reported se
