AVALINE
I never expected Leo to be allergic to solidago flowers.
Standing outside the infirmary door, my fingers clenched around each other, the scent of herbs thick in the air. Behind the wooden walls, I could hear the healer’s soft murmurs and the faint clinking of glass vials.
My wolf stirred worriedly.
Orion hadn’t said a single word since we came back. He’d carried Leo in his arms, face cold and expressionless as if he was breaking down but I’d seen the way his hands trembled when we came.
I wanted to speak, to tell him how sorry I was, but the words refused to leave my throat. It was my fault. I never meant to harm him but I had done it. Now he was probably fighting for his life.
The door creaked open, and the healer stepped out. She was an old woman with silver hair braided
