Debbie’s POV
When I came to, a subtle scent of herbs lingered in the air. I found myself resting on a cushioned bed inside the healer’s hut. The elderly woman tending to me offered a kind smile, her eyes lined with worry.
“You were lucky,” she said, her tone both gentle and reprimanding. “Another few minutes, and we would’ve lost you.”
I tried to speak, but my throat was raw, and only a faint rasp escaped. Though the agonizing pain had passed, an unbearable weariness weighed down my limbs. I reached for my wolf… but felt nothing. She was silent—too weak to answer. We had both been dragged too close to the edge.
“Child,” the healer said, patting my chilly hand softly, “you must never consume anything with berries again. For your kind, it’s a deadly toxin.” She shook her head. “Elisha brought you here, begging for your life. Said you’re Alpha Darrell’s intended. Future Luna.” Her gaze turned pointed. “You have a duty to protect yourself, not just to him, but to the pack.”
Her words were caring, yet they pierced me. Future Luna. Once, that title filled me with pride. Now, it echoed emptily in my soul.