Moonveil Town in the south was even quieter than I had imagined.
When I carried my medicine chest into the small yard, neighbors gathered at the gate, curious about the newcomer.
The first week, I barely went out. I stayed inside, doing only the things I enjoyed.
That peace gave me the first sound sleep I had had in a long time.
Even Eira, my wolf, stopped stirring restlessly. She basked in the sun every day, utterly content.
The second week, someone knocked on the door.
It was a Beta man from town named Eliot Elderwood.
His arm had been clawed by a lone wolf. He had not treated it in time, and it was festering, swollen with pus.
I did not say much. I cleaned the wound and applied a poultice of herbs.
But the way he looked at me gradually changed, turning warm, holding a note of c
