_Author’s POV_
Kasper was not a man who asked for help.
He had spent the better part of his life being the person other people came to when things went wrong.
He handled problems.
He found solutions.
He stayed calm when everything around him wasn’t.
Needing something from someone else, especially something he couldn’t obtain through his own resources, sat uncomfortably on him in a way he had never fully gotten used to.
But Rowena was losing too much blood and the supplies inside the Ashthorne residence were not enough.
Werewolf healing was specific. It required compounds and herbs that came from knowledge older than any modern pharmacy and couldn’t be found on a shelf at midnight. The injuries Rowena had taken were serious enough that if they weren’t treated corre
