Omega of Two Packs
I was on a horse, riding to the market town two valleys over.
If Ashton thought he could sneak around behind Xander’s back, then he was wrong.
The first apothecary I visited was a fat man with stained fingers. “Evening, madam,” he said. “What can I...”
“I’m looking for someone,” I cut him off. “Young. An omega. Black hair. Buys a lot of herbs.”
The man frowned. “We get many.”
I dropped a silver coin on the counter. “A lot... In the last moon. Masking roots. Bitter ash-bark.”