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she shoved her hands into mittens and opened the oven, drawing out a tray of still-steaming cookies. I salivated instantly. I knew a good cookie when I saw one, and Nurse Kerri’s were cooked perfectly, and they smelled just the same. She busied herself in removing them from the baking tray and placed them on a plate before Declan and me. I dug in, munching down two in just a second, and I was right. These cookies were an ice breaker, just like Nurse Kerri’s house and looks. She giggled and poured orange juice into a glass, sliding it to me.

“Mine kept me up for months, kicking like they wanted to run before they were born. Come here, let me get you something.” She moved to the pantry to pull out a tin of cookies, their sugary scent filling the air instantly. “These are my special ones made with honey and oats, good for calming the nerves. Take a few but then head straight back to bed, alright? Missing sleep will not do you or that pup any favors.” I took some cookies in my hands and met her warm eyes, filled with motherly affection. “Thank you, Aline. It is just… hard sometimes, at night. My mind will not stop. I don’t know how I’ll survive the days coming ahead.”

And I definitely can’t talk to my dad. I park Wesley’s truck in the garage at the packhouse so I won’t disturb him and Haven at their home, then hop out and make my way inside, stopping in the kitchen to check for any of Cookie’s homemade cookies. I may have had dessert with Taryn at the restaurant, but Cookie’s cookies are legendary, and as much as I enjoy Claude’s food, his macarons do not compare. Only the cookies at Brewed Awakenings even come close to hers. And there is no such thing as too many cookies. Plus cookies are good brain food, which I desperately need. “Score one for Cookie Monster Beta!” I exclaim as I find a storage container on the island counter full of still warm chocola

The healer injected her with a strange thick substance. “This will heal her bones and anything internal that could have been damaged during the fall,” she explained. I kept my eyes fixed on Carol’s face, hating that I couldn’t protect her from this. Not that I could predict this was going to happen, but I should have been more wary. Something strange was going on around here and I don’t think this was an accident. The healer returned with another cream in a small stone bowl. She seemed to be crushing some ingredients into it with a stone spoon. She added some type of liquid to turn the stuff into a cream.

CLAIRE'S POV: Jennifer’s cookies were ridiculously good—crispy on the edges, soft in the center, and just the right amount of chocolate. We sat cross-legged on the kitchen stools, laughing over a meme she’d shown me while munching through our third batch. "You know," she said, licking a crumb off her thumb, "if I ever open a bakery, I’m naming it ‘Jennifer’s Justified Cravings.’" I chuckled. "You’d have to give me lifetime access. These cookies are basically therapy."

If the traitor is in my pack, he must be very skilled and precise with the amount of dosage that is being given. The person must be a healer….

They couldn’t afford to travel far, but they heard whispers about a new, mysterious consultant. When he arrived at the Black Lantern, I didn’t let him step inside. I inhaled the unique scent of his mate’s illness-a mix of burning adrenaline and a specific mineral deficiency. I reached into my bag-a leather satchel filled with herbs Mora collected-and pulled out three small packets of crushed root. “Your Pack Healer treated the fever, not the cause,” I said, my voice low and steady. “This is a mineral deficit unique to your valley. Brew these with spring water. Give her one every twelve hours. The f*e is three silver marks.”

"These wounds are deep, and I'd rather not have to stitch you up twice." He looked at the wolfsbane, then back at me, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk despite his condition. When he spoke, his voice was rough gravel. "A human healer who knows about wolfsbane. How... interesting." "A werewolf who got his ass handed to him. Equally interesting." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Stupid, stupid Belle. Anttagonizing the apex predator on your table. But instead of ripping my throat out, he actually chuckled, then immediately winced. "Careful, little healer. Not many would dare speak to me that way."

Cyra could clearly see a certain kind of content in his eyes as he told her those things. “And as late night meals are bad for health, my maa came up with this special and healthy recipe of making cookies for me, and I used to eat them a lot in my childhood,” he uttered. “So eat. They will help with your appetite, without causing any harm to your health, and then you can fall asleep easily.” Cyra listened to him, before trailing her eyes down towards that box of cookies. “Eat…..” Cyra grabbed a cookie and then took a bite from it. It tasted extremely delicious. She took another bite, which widened his smile.

He then asked what we’d like to drink, and while I just got coffee, Cracker asked for hot water and honey. “I didn’t meet you last night,” Cracker said, holding out her hand. “I’m Cracker.” “Cook,” he replied, shaking it firmly, and then winked at me. “Nice to see Steel found himself a good woman.” “All women are good,” Cracker snorted, stirring the honey into her water, before taking a sip. “Some are just good at being bitches.”