The Reborn Luna: Never Again!
It was his scent!
My eyes darted across the words, each stroke of ink cutting deeper.
Aarhea,
If you’re reading this, then Crimson is worse off than I feared. The herbs you found are not poison, not by themselves. They’re the base for a cure. The sickness spreading through your wolves burns the body too hot, eats at the lungs. This herb tempers the fire. Mixed with honeyroot and ground silver bark, it becomes an antidote. Not Alpha Draven’s!
I’ll find a way to bring more, if I can do it without being seen. But if I can’t , then trust that you already have enough to start. I believe in you, Aarhea.