Wolves rarely fell ill, our pack healers primarily setting bones, cleaning up fight injuries, and helping deliver pups when a mated pair was blessed with them. But my mother… my mother had been sickly my whole life.
It was strange, and we lived a life secluded from our pack due to her illness. My father did everything for her, tried everything to save her, even increasingly involved spells and potions from her best friend, a witch, Karissma. It was why I studied medicine, why I wanted to see what differences existed between humans and wolves, to finally figure out why my mother’s wolf genes hadn’t worked like everyone else’s.
But now, I’d found my mate—that word still felt so foreign, but it was rapidly growing on me—and at the same time, developed awful, racking stomach pains.
Just lik
