Anxiety. My own shoulders loosened as soon as I pegged it. She could probably feel the dominance rolling off these four males from a mile off, and as far as I could tell she was maybe a nu in the pack hierarchy. Not much stronger than Bri, anyway.
“Do you have a medical concern? I was previously the pack’s healer, but I’ve heard there’s a fill-in since I was mated into another pack.”
“Er, yes. It’s me. I’m the fill-in, Olivia.” She pasted on a forced smile, half lifted her hand as if for a shake, then seemed to think better of it. “It’s just… I’m primarily an herbalist, and I’ve heard that you have actual medical training, as well as the best maternal-infant survival rates of any healer in the state. I was wondering—and I know it’s a big ask—but could I maybe be your apprentice? I’ve onl
