Bound To The Alpha King's Brother
Every stroke of his hand against the parchment looked like a battle.
I wanted to say something, to calm him, to pull him back to me but the words stuck in my throat.
Before I could try again, his guard stepped in. “Your Highness, the pack healer is here.”
“Let him in,” Rowan answered instantly, not even pausing his writing.
The door opened, and the old healer entered with two young wolves beside him. They bowed. "Your Highness'.”
I acknowledged them with a nod. The healer stepped closer, setting down his worn-out leather bag filled with dried herbs: mintgrass, moonleaf, ironroot, and nightshade blossoms, all mixed with crushed fennel. The scent filled the room, strong and oddly comforting.
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