The Lycan King's Outcast Omega
I feel their disapproval following me to the healing wing, where I find exactly what I expected: Sage, quietly working despite the noble wolves' attempts to edge her out.
"The yarrow poultice isn't working," I hear one healer say. "We need stronger magic."
"Try adding silver-leaf," Sage suggests softly. "And moonflower essence."
They ignore her, but I watch as she leaves the mixture where they'll find it. Within hours, they'll be using it while claiming they thought of it themselves.
She feels my presence - she always does - and turns slightly. The shadows under her violet eyes match my own exhaustion. For a moment, I let myself imagine crossing the room, pulling her into my arms, to hell wi