Viktoria POV
“Hey, Kaden,” I say, tightening my robe over my chest. “Are you feeling alright?”
He has slowly gone from bright to ashen, his lips are pale and cracked, his eyes glassy like he’s running a fever. The easy grin is gone.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” he says in a strained voice, “but I have no one else to ask. Looks like your food in this pack isn’t agreeing with me.”
Troubled, I step closer. “What’s the problem?”
He rubs his stomach and winces. “It’s getting knotted inside. I don’t think I’ll survive the night. My neighbor told me a certain Viktoria Boone is the pack’s best healer.”
I shake my head immediately. “I’m not a healer. I just know herbs.”
“Then help me,” he pleads.
Before I can answer, my mother appears behind me, her voice soft with concern. “Oh, Viktoria, th
