Chapter 118
Trista's POV
Early the next morning, as soon as I arrived at the healing center, Xander called me into his office.
He handed me a stack of documents. "There's a special case here. Look it over first. You'll be taking the appointment later."
I flipped through the medical records, my brows knitting tighter with every page.
It wasn't a standard case of insomnia; it was a lunar-induced sleep disorder, accompanied by sleepwalking hunting impulses and pheromone sensory overload—even signs of a partial shift.
The notes were clinical and detached, yet they made my spine tingle.
I closed the file quickly, my tone hesitant but firm. "Xander, given my current level, I'm afraid I can't handle a case like this."
Xander gave me an encouraging look, his voice certain. "That treatment
