Tiara's POV
Misery. That word echoed loudly in my mind as I journeyed back from the healer's place back to the pack house. Three bottles—two huge ones and one small one clicked against each other in a firm sack in my hands.
Earlier, I had tried to convince the healer to come over to the pack house. To examine father’s condition, he insisted.
“If destiny prevails, these local medicine would be of more value to Alpha than my presence”
Those were his words before he handed me the three bottles of local medicines, each bottle, corked with a wooden cover.
The healer spoke more like a seer or so. He was able to describe Father's state of health even without my explanation.
Gentle breeze brushed through my skin as I kept walking with those heavy breaths and thoughts in my mind.
I did
