Romans & histoires My Remedy My Clarity

“yes, I cleared the cleared the first set. So, I am here for the second.” “From this record, you have cleared everything.” Clara's greedy instinct pulled in. She taps her head gently 6 times, acting like she had forgotten.” “Oh. Oh. Oh. I forgot…” “The first receipt on my monitor has, Clara. But the second has no name.” “No name?” Clara retorted. “Yes, ma’am, no name.” “That's fine. I forgot to.. add that. Thanks for your time. We should check out soon. Thank you.” ****

"Nat... did you and Winston get into a fight?" I stood inside the emergency stairwell, leaning my back heavily against the concrete wall, my throat aching so intensely it physically hurt to breathe. "Mom, I quit." Clara fell silent for a long time before she finally answered. "Then come back home. Your father and I can take care of you." I covered my eyes with my hand, and the tears finally broke through. At that exact same moment, a text message from Winston flashed across my screen. 【Take two days to cool your head. Once this all blows over, I'll take you to the beach.】 I blocked his number permanently.

That night, in the mirror room, he’d seen himself as he truly was—a man marred by regret, worn by sorrow, yet still capable of longing for something real. Now, as he sat down before the supplies, his mind wandered back to everything he had done to hold on to a life he never truly wanted. Kingsley’s eyes traced the edges of the blank wooden board before him. In his quiet interior, he whispered, “What protects me now?” The question stung, not because the answer was obvious, but because every word had its own weight. Then, without knowing why, he reached for a magazine and began flipping through the pages. A page tore beneath his fingers as he paused on an image of a lake at dusk—muted purple s

I don’t have the time to panic at the strange developments on my hands as a globe of slick escapes my backside, feeling so good, too good that my bottom hole is clenching in the air. Wanting, seeking for something, anything that can plunge into me at full force and drill me open, until it is touching my inside… my womb. No! “Here,” Remi pressed three pills into my mouth before she lifted my head and let me sip the cup of water with a straw. I swallowed them without thinking. She places a patch on the bite mark, letting it attach and sink into the mark. “This will help for a few minutes.” No! No! It wasn’t helping at all!

Juste also tenderly smiled, but she wasn’t able to see it as her chin was hooked on the back of his shoulder. After an hour or so, Maxill recited to them of the whole stanza of the cure: "Roots of red, drool of flesh, tall as pillar, Stem of brown, crown of thorns, revealed on pyre, Leaves of green, thick of water, at one's behest Petals of white, rise of giants, at peaceful rest Seed of black, depths of earth, one in all." “It’s called the Remedium,” Juste answered Maxill. “It was said to turn a fellhound into an untainted witborn.”

It’s to my own stupid brave self for not pretending I was fine this morning. My phone buzzes once more as if the world appreciates the gratitude and wants to make sure I heard it. Remy: PS—June asked if lemon bars counted as medicine. I told her the Council decreed yes. I snort out a laugh and type back with my eyes half-shut. Me: Then I’m taking my second dose. Doctor’s orders. Remy: Attagirl.

Demetria responded, “Probably tonight if I come home early. I have some errands to do in the city. If I come home late, let’s do it tomorrow night in the full moon.” “OK. I’m going to rest in my room first. I suddenly felt sleepy,” Clarice said, and walked in the direction of her room. “Are you feeling dizzy?” Demetria asked, knowing the core drank Clarice’s blood a few minutes ago. “Yeah, a bit dizzy. It’s nothing. I will just sleep for a few hours, and I’ll feel better afterward," Clarice answered. “Don’t forget to take the pill so you can regain the blood you lost fast,” Demetria reminded her.

She always forgets something, and this time it was garlic and red clover, and she always acts like it’s an excuse, not a mistake. “I feel like this place keeps me sane,” she said, dropping onto the stool by the counter. “It might be the only thing in this town that’s trying,” I replied, sliding her the herbs she asked for and a little packet of something extra. “What’s this?” “Chamomile, rose, and a pinch of calendula. For clarity. And peace.” She raised a brow. “Are you saying I’m stressed?” I gave her a dry look. “You’re dating Noah.”

"I’m so glad to hear that, dear. Truly. I was so worried after our... little chat last night. I stayed up for a while just praying you’d find some peace." I looked at her, my expression innocent. "That’s so kind of you, Clara. You really are a saint." Clara’s eye twitched. She reached for a porcelain teapot that sat on a silver tray. "I actually made something special for you this morning. It’s a custom herbal blend. My own mother used to make it. It’s excellent for nerve endings and settling a restless mind. You’ve been through so much trauma; I thought this would help you stay steady today."

Clara cried as she tried to check me. I coughed again and they swiftly gave me tissue papers to wipe my nose. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," I whispered as I felt my wolf begin to stir within me. The world thought I didn't have healing powers. They just didn't know that I was hiding it perfectly. "We need to focus on fixing the food," I whispered weakly. I was sure I already looked pale. "But how?" Clara asked. "The side effects of Moonroot Ash can be neutralised with antiseptic herbs," I explained. "Get me Rosemary leaves and ginger."