The Hidden Princess and Her Enemy Alpha
Lane stopped in front of a small wooden cabin at the edge of the trees.
Lane knocked once. When there was no response, he called out, “Nadia, you have visitors.”
After a moment, a woman’s voice responded, “Come on in.”
Lane pushed the door open, and we entered. The cabin was filled with shelves of jars and bundles of dried plants hanging from the rafters. A young woman with long, wild red hair sat at a table covered in books.
“Healer Nadia, you have visitors,” Lane repeated.
“I heard you the first time,” Nadia stated as she placed her pen in the book to keep her place. She looked up at us, annoyed by our presence. “Alpha Lane, who are they?”