Chapter 17
Trista's POV
That afternoon, I went with my father to the Royal Healing Institute.
The air was filled with a familiar smell: the coolness of silver instruments wrapped in the warm humidity of herbal steam. Moonstone vapor created a fine mist at the end of the hallway.
Under the glass dome, silver-lined runes spread across the floor like a silent net.
Mr. Dontes stood in front of the sequencing rune wall.
He was the Royal Healer. He had retired, but still worked upon the Lycan King's personal request.
I explained my purpose clearly. After three years of managing a pack as Luna, my knowledge of healing techniques was outdated. I was willing to start from the bottom, beginning as his assistant to rebuild my expertise.
Mr. Dontes glanced at me, then at my father.
Since his
