Chapter 19
I rubbed my arms even though the air inside wasn’t cold. Zariah’s eyes stayed fixed on me, the kind of gaze that sees right through the surface and into all the little truths you wish you could hide.
“You’ll be fine as long as you take what I give you,” she finally said, stepping toward one of the shelves and grabbing a small tin. She popped it open, revealing crushed, dried herbs. “Keeps your body strong. Keeps the scent… less noticeable.”
The last part made my stomach tighten. “Less noticeable?” I echoed.
“Emily,” she sighed, crouching in front of me so we were eye-level. “You’re carrying a wolf’s child. That’s rare. Rare things attract attention—both good and bad. If anyone from outside finds out…” She let the sentence hang in the air, heavy enough to make my heartbeat st
