Dahlia’s gaze softened. “You’ve come to the right place. But you should know, working at Silverpine isn’t just about tending to wounds and mixing potions. You’ll start with field training, visiting remote werewolf villages and dangerous territories. Rogues often lurk in those areas. It’s not for the faint of heart.”
Silverpine was more than a medical facility; it was a safe house for werewolves across the continent. Renowned for its advanced healing course, Silverpine was the ideal destination for aspiring healer wolves, drawing patients and students from distant territories. This was where Lavender would rebuild her life.
“I’m not afraid,” Lavender said, even raising her head a little higher. “I need this, Aunt Dahlia. I need to reclaim who I was before everything.”
Her aunt studied her for a moment, then nodded. “All right. Let’s get you started.”