(Ivy’s P.O.V)
I’m sitting in the pack house garden admiring all of the beautiful flowers and herbs they have here. These would be perfect for a strength potion I laugh at the thought. I know a lot about herbs and potions. Mom taught me everything she knew. I’m starting to wonder if she might be a witch.
“Hey is this seat taken?” I look up and it’s Oscar.
“Not at all.” I smile.
“What are you doing out here?” He asks.
“Just admiring the collection of flowers and herbs you guys have here. I can make healing elixirs, strength elixirs, even a love potion with these.” I say pointing to different herbs.
“Wow, you’re our very own healer.” He laughs.
“I’m good at potions but I want to be good at being a wolf because that’s what I am.”
“Have you only shifted that one time?” He asks.
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