Chapter 162

Harper’s POV

The scent of herbs always calmed me down. Well, usually. Tonight, it only reminded me how uneasy I felt.

The healer’s sanctuary was quiet except for the soft drip of water from the moss-lined walls and the crackle of a low flame under the cauldron. I sat cross-legged on the floor, my palms hovering above a shallow bowl filled with moonwater. Madam Tessa circled me slowly, her voice a gentle hum. Aside from being a good cook in the pack. Valerie’s mom also has deep knowledge when it comes to healing.

“Breathe, Harper. Feel the life threads around you,” she whispered. “The pulse of the forest, the heartbeats of the wolves, the rhythm of the earth. Let them connect to you.”

I tried. Gods, I really tried.

I let my eyes flutter shut and reached out with my senses that quiet,