Healer Elora moved to work quickly, panic seizing her hands as Nyra’s body kept convulsing.
She grabbed a vial from her bag and shakily poured a silvery liquid down Nyra’s throat to counteract whatever poison Rheya had given her.
Elora was stunned when the convulsing stopped. That was rare for someone who was badly wounded and poisoned.
“Come on, come on… breathe,” she whispered.
For a moment, it felt like time paused. Then Nyra's limbs settled, and her chest rose slowly.
Elora exhaled in relief. “Thank the moon goodness.”
She stared directly at Nyra’s unconscious state and wondered who she actually was. Unlike other Blackfang pack members, she couldn't perceive her scent.
“Weird,” she mumbled under her breath, taking her bag and slinging it over her shoulder.
Sparing another glanc
