Xavier's POV
I was halfway to the northern mountains, running flat out in wolf form, when something strange happened.
A tingling sensation at the base of my skull, right where the mate bond anchored. Then words, faint but distinct, echoing in my mind in Thelma's voice:
Feverfew. Milk thistle. Hawthorn.
I nearly stumbled. Thelma? Was she conscious? Was she trying to tell me something?
The words repeated, growing fainter with each repetition. Feverfew. Milk thistle. Hawthorn.
They sounded like... ingredients? A recipe?
I shifted back to human form and pulled out my phone, calling Elder Thomas. "I need you to check something. Feverfew, milk thistle, and hawthorn. Do those mean anything together?"
"Those are herbs. Medicinal plants. Why?"
"I think Thelma is trying to tell me something
