The Healer's Secrets

Rebekah continued adjusting herbs along a table. Her red hair shining nearly blood red in the firelight. Her blue eyes flitted to me. Firelight dancing across her golden cheeks.

“What did you mean by that?” I couldn’t resist.

“She likes to dose the younger she-wolves with her herbal tea which prevents the continuance of our pack.”

“Why would she do that?”

Rebekah shrugged as she stirred a pomade over the fire. “Who knows. But my guess would be because her mate had been the original alpha of the NightHunter pack. And the current one is her son which was banished from our pack.”

“What?” I blinked at her.

Rebekah turned with the tiny wooden bowl of the concoction she intended to smear on my more delicate parts.

“Did you think she’d ever be loyal to this pack after they banished him for his cruelty.”

“What’d he do?”

“He killed her best friend.”

“Why?”

“To silence her from muttering in Marta’s ear.”

“Why would she condone that?”

Rebekah stepped near my tail again to apply her mixture. “Bec