Olivia's POV
The scent of herbs and ointments greeted me as I stepped into the healer’s quarters. It was a comforting mix, one that reminded me of resilience and renewal and nothing of the sterile hospital.
The room was warm, sunlight streaming through the small windows, illuminating the shelves lined with jars and bottles.
The Pack healer, Maren, was a middle-aged wolf with sharp eyes and a calm demeanor. She turned from her workbench as I entered, her hands dusted with dried lavender.
“Luna,” she greeted with a slight bow of her head. “I wasn’t expecting you today.”
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” I replied, offering a small smile. “I wanted to discuss something that’s been on my mind.”
Maren gestured for me to sit at a nearby stool. “Not at all. What’s on your mind?”
“It’s about
