I narrowed my eyes, staring at the herbal mixture in front of me.
"This one, if overused, raises body heat," I murmured while stirring, "but just the right amount and the fever will drop by tomorrow."
I crushed the roots and leaves with full focus. Around me, several healers had paused, watching in silence as I worked.
"You're like a miracle witch," a young healer whispered, taking the potion I handed over.
I chuckled as I washed my hands. "It's not magic. Just care and precision. Anyone can do it."
Right then, I felt a familiar touch through the mind-link. Alpha Ross. He always did this—sending his presence gently into my thoughts whenever I got too absorbed in healing work.
"Hey, love."
I turned and smiled. He was standing at the doorway, eyes soft.
"Time to head home?" I asked.
