Chapter 12: The Healer's Touch
(Grace's POV)
The morning light poured through the windows as I stood in the healing wing of the StormHeart Pack. The space smelled of herbs and healing oils, a comforting mix I had grown used to over the years. I measured drops of wolfsbane into the mixture of moonherbs in front of me, carefully ensuring the dosage was precise. My hands never wavered. Mistakes with such powerful herbs weren’t allowed.
Samuel West sat across from me with wide, anxious eyes. His mother, on the other hand, sat stiffly with worry etched into her every feature. Her glances darted between me and the vial I was preparing, her skepticism obvious.
“Are you absolutely sure this will help him?” she demanded, her voice sharp and protective.
I met her gaze evenly, understanding
