I shifted slightly in my seat, uncertain why that particular observation made me uncomfortable.
Why does he care about my mating status?
My gaze was inadvertently drawn to the book in his hands. Now that he'd closed it, I could see the cover clearly.
It was Thornwyld's Compendium of Rare Medicinal Herbs, a legendary text written by a healer from centuries ago. The book contained detailed illustrations and descriptions of plants used in traditional wolf medicine, many of which were now extinct or extremely rare.
As someone who'd grown up with a mother who was Chief Healer, I'd heard about this book my entire life. My mother had mentioned it often, wishing she could study it to improve her healing knowledge.
I'd tried to find a copy after her death, hoping to feel closer to her memory,
