_Alina's POV_
As Alaric exited the tent, I began to gather my belongings, my mind racing with questions about the night before. One question, in particular, nagged at me, demanding an answer. I turned to Alaric, who was now speaking with his subordinates outside.
"Alaric," I called out. He turned to me, a questioning look in his eyes. "The ointment… the one that I have been using. Where did it come from?"
He sighed, stepping closer to me. "It was a gift from the civilian wolves," he explained. "They meant well, not realizing the effects it would have on you."
I nodded slowly, absorbing his words. "I see. I don’t blame them but I don’t think that I should throw it away. Even if I don’t use it, I should keep it."
Alaric's expression hardened, and he shook his head firmly. "I
