Mina's POV"Get up, rejected thing, the blood root isn't going to grind itself," Marra barked, slamming a heavy iron pestle onto my workstation.I didn't look up from the wooden table. My hands were already stained dark brown from cleaning the mortar bowls since dawn. The air inside the healer’s hut smelled like crushed silverleaf and dried bile, but it wasn't enough to mask the bitter scent of my own humiliation."I am almost done with the first batch, Marra," I said, keeping my voice level."Well, work faster," another apprentice, Taran, chimed in from across the room. He tossed a basket of unwashed herbs right next to my elbow, splashing dirty water over my sleeves. "You aren't the future Alpha’s favorite anymore, Wilhelmina. Your status changed the moment Prince Alaric called you a cow last night. You are just an extra pair of hands now. Double your pace.""He is right," Marra sneered, leaning over my shoulder. "We don't need a broken wolf dragging down the pack’s healing guild. I
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