Alessia:
The greenhouse smelled different after I came back.
Cleaner. Sharper. The sickly undertone that had lingered in the air since the pack members began falling ill was finally fading, replaced by the familiar scent of earth, leaves, and crushed stems. I rolled my sleeves up without thinking, fingers steady as I helped Sienna grind the herbs into a fine paste.
I set the bowl of herbs down, looking down at the book that was in front of me, reading through the recipe.
She watched me from the corner of her eye.
Not suspiciously.
Not accusingly.
Just… observing.
“I see that you are brewing something?” I asked, noticing the herbs that were boiling in water. “Is everything alright? Anything that you need help with?”
“No, I have things under control. You just focus on the lists and
