A servant served Henrietta a nourishing meal in the chamber. Rowan bestowed a vial on her as soon as the servant served her purpose.
"What's this?" Henrietta asked, holding the vial in her hand, eyes narrowing at the suspicious liquid swirling inside the clear glass bottle.
Rowan's lips parted as she faintly smiled. "That potion helps and soothes your heightened emotions. It quiets your wolf when it becomes too overwhelming."
Henrietta's fingers tightened around the glass, casually ignoring the meal that was in front of her. As much as she wanted to dig in, she should be more cautious.
'Who knows this might be a... poison,' she thought, twisting the cork to smell it.
But all she could smell was the sumptuous food. The potion was odorless; her gaze never left the liquid.
Then, a slow
