The Tyrant alpha
“With tears in her eyes, Lavender begs for a potion that will let her carry the pup of her one true love.”
“There’s no such potion.” Ashwagandha, chasteberry, and a handful of other herbs are good for fertility, but none work full out miracles.
“Didn’t I say Marjoram was a wise woman of uncommon power? And she loved her friend, her only friend in the whole, cold world. Here I—Marjoram was in a drafty shack, cast out of even the Bogs, all alone except for her cat—” Abertha looks down at her lap and makes a kissy face at Apollonia. “She would have done anything for Lavender, and so she did.”
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