Ari pov
He gazed at me unblinking.
Not angry. Not bossy. Just... recognition vibes.
That should not be possible, even though.
"Who are you?" Lucius asked, his voice rough.
I lowered my head. "A healer. The Witch Council sent me out.
He took a step forward.
I held myself back, not to move, not to run, not to shake.
His wolf hit against his control--I knew it in the air.
He was like lightning in his aura.
His breathing was long, stinging, intermittent.
Harriet was holding onto my robe. "Mommy..."
"It's fine," I whispered. "Stay behind me."
The eyes of Lucius flew to her, and back to me.
There is a flicker in his face--pain, perplexity?
I swallowed. "Alpha, you called for healers. I'm here to help your people."
Lucius was blinking, as though he was wringing the dust out of his
