Andrew cut his finger with a knife he used to cut the herbs; blood trickled from it and he winced, not at the pain on his finger but the hurt in his heart. He could feel that there was something wrong happening to his pack.
"I have decided to make the secrret potion you desire but with one requirement." The words of the woman who abruptly spoke pulled him out of her riverie.
"What did you say?"
"Seeing how persistent you are, I can make a secret potion for you but you have to help me brew the medicine for my patients for a month."
"As long as you are willing to create that secret potion for me, I will do whatever you ask me to."
Despite his heart tinged with happiness, there was something he could not ignore, knocking deep inside him with worries and discomfort. And her mother's voic
