Beatrice POV
I found Corin in his workshop the next morning. The room smelled like herbs and something sweet I couldn't identify. Shelves lined every wall, packed with jars and bottles and dried plants hanging from hooks. A large table dominated the center, covered in mortars and pestles and various tools I didn't recognize.
He looked up when I knocked on the open door. "Come in," he said with a warm smile. "You're up early."
"Couldn't sleep," I admitted, stepping inside. The scent of lavender was stronger near the door. "What are you making?"
"Sleeping draft for one of the pack elders. She's having nightmares." Corin crushed something in a mortar, his movements practiced and efficient. "Is that why you're here? I can make something for you too."
"No. I mean, maybe. But that's not why
