Yes, in my online searches, I had found websites that produced various medicines that supposedly could disguise a werewolf’s scent, but I didn’t know if I could trust some random online websites. For something like this, so important, I couldn’t take needless risks with something like that.
Win or lose, my disguise needed to be perfect. Damien could never learn that I had participated. I needed something strong enough to hide my scent even in the midst of battle, but it also couldn’t have any unknown side effects or the like. I had to be able to perform at top condition.
Knowing that, I remembered my time as Healer Eve’s apprentice. In that time, we had become something like friends.
I trusted her implicitly. As a healer, she likely knew of what options I would have. I also missed her.
