Semua Bab The Secret Love of the Wolf Prince: Bab 41 - Bab 50

We sat down with them and Tilda told them I’d been helping her the day before.“If you can tell the herbs apart, I have several bags to sort out,” said Marla, the chief healer, from the head of the table.It was then that three human women walked in with big trays. The wolves kept silent while the humans moved around the table, serving breakfast. However, the way they traded looks reminded me of what Brenan had told me, and I figured they were talking with their minds.Marla thanked the human with a nod. They took a quick bow and left without a word. The moment they walked out, the wolves turned to me again.After they made me tell my encounter with the lion to the last detail, Tilda commented what she’d found out talking with me the day before, about the different uses I knew for herbs. That kept me as the focus of their attention, because all of them wanted to ask me what us human used this herb or that oil for.“A h

The lack of good rest added to my growing unease over the lack of news from the wolf, and they soon started taking a toll on me. I couldn’t even smile when Tilda allowed me to hang my wounded arm from a sling, instead of tying it up to my side.One morning, Tilda openly showed her worries when she found me pale and tired by the fire. I blamed it on the constant pain my arm still caused me, and I mentioned the nightmares for the first time.After having breakfast the two of us alone, she wrapped a light cloak around my shoulders and gave me a basket. I followed her to a door at the other end of the hallway, that opened to the outside. We climbed half a dozen steps and I realized this wasn’t an open part of the meadow, but a special garden for medicinal herbs and plants.Tilda took me to a patch of lemon balm and went on toward a marigold flowerbed.I filled my basket, without paying any attention to what I was doing. Keeping busy didn’t d

We lingered there until sunset. We had tea with sweet snacks, studied for a while, folded and put my new wardrobe in the empty trunk.Aine noticed I was still upset about meeting with Aurora and sat me down before the fireplace. She brought the little chest and opened it on my lap, showing me brushes, ribbons, a little flask with a blue lotion smelling of anise and even a hand mirror.Then, she got busy with my hair while we went over the numbers, making me solve additions and subtractions without using my fingers. Tilda found us like that when she brought my dinner. She left the tray on the table and grabbed the other one.“I’ll take care of it,” she said when I asked where the kitchen was, to take it there myself. Then she looked around with an approving smile. “I hope you’ll be able to rest here.”Aine finished trying up my short braids in a ribbon and made me stand up and turn around.“Look at you! You&

His gentle kiss on my forehead woke me up.“I have to go, my love,” he whispered. “But I’ll be back after dinner.”I felt for his chest and noticed he was already dressed. So I tugged at his shirt to make him lean forward toward me and kiss him one last time.“I love you,” I muttered.“And I love you, my child. Have a good day.”He tucked me in as he used to. A moment later, a cold gust reached me when he opened the plank. I heard it scratch it the stone floor as he closed it, and his quick footsteps climbing a stair, up and away.I removed the blindfold and sank my face in his pillow, still warmth and smelling of him.The sun had just showed up above the eastern mountains. Tilda had said I could sleep in all I wanted, right? It wasn’t as nice as sleeping in his arms, but I didn’t feel like getting up yet.When I finally showed up at Tilda’s chamber, she lo

As we headed to the healers’ common chamber, three human women jumped out of a small door I hadn’t noticed before. They bowed before Tilda without really stopping their trot toward my room, carrying all their cleaning elements.Marla and the other wolves convinced me to lay down in one of the small side rooms. Tilda made me drink the speedwell tea and I couldn’t help dozing off.I jolted awake in the middle of the night, still in the healers’ chambers. I ignored my aching cuts as a swung the covers away. Then I breathed deep and tried to calm down.I felt numb. My splinted arm hurt and throbbed, the shawl tied so tight I didn’t feel that hand anymore. The fingers in my other hand tingled, and the movement to grab the covers sent shocks of pain up to my elbow.I was alone in the small side room. No lights and no sounds coming from the main chamber. I waited till my eyes adjusted to the shadows. Then I got up and tiptoed across