The Alpha's Proxy Bride
"Because it sounds like a desperate lie. It sounds like you are inventing a miracle just so you can blame Ezekiel for stealing it away."
"I am not inventing anything," I said, my voice dropping to a harsh, jagged hiss. "I am telling you what I saw."
"Splendid," Christopher nodded, his lips pulling back into a tight, humourless line. "Then explain the miracle. How does a backwater pack healer reverse an ancient curse?"