The Brave Human Mate

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Healer Rhea's POV

Rhea was currently standing in the skeleton model of what the Alpha had claimed to be her new infirmary. It was a rather pricy investment, but the idea of private rooms to treat patients, and an additional area to mix and brew potions—Rhea felt doubtful that she was worth all this bustle.

The pack members, both humans, and wolves alike, were excited about this upgrade. Even with how long this pack has been established, this felt like a new foundation to grow. And Rhea wasn't about to hold out on the pack's success for what she wanted. Not to mention that some females had voiced their interest, and Rhea was deciding that on certain mornings she could put aside time to start building up some sort of lesson plan.

Tonics would be the easiest to start at, but that would take monitoring their techniques and studies. But the Alpha was correct, it was a valuable thing to learn, and currently, she was the only resident Healer.

Even if he didn't outright say that she was growing frail, and couldn't do as much as before, it was in the Alpha's best interest to have this knowledge continue.

So when she returned the next few days, spotting the better part of the storage rooms completely packed with supplies—Jars, both filled and empty, and herbs of all sorts. She had willed herself not to grow angry at the Alpha's kindest, it would do her no good.

But with how Rhea grew up on everything being handed on a silver platter, she liked the chance of fighting for her next meal. Not literally of course, otherwise one of the Pack's Hunters might have a stern word or two with her.

Even if she looked at her freshly picked lavender as though it was useless, she would most likely make tea packets with the extra stock now. And those would always come in handy.

And those coming from recently disputed packs would most likely need it.

There have been a few harsh tongue lashes by newcomers when they realized that there was no wolf-healer in the pack—Which meant that Rhea was issued a guard detail that stood outside the infirmary.

Or inside, considering it was growing colder by the minute. And the male usually took to stoking the fire or making the new guests think twice about speaking out against her.

But nothing was more humiliating than seeing Alpha Stephen nearly denounce a newly accepted wolf and their family for their unkind choice of words. Even when Rhea had put in a good word, clearly not all packs were this considerate to a human's ability to a pack's wellbeing, but she pulled her weight and then some.

"That was unnecessary, Alpha." Rhea chided, eyeing the door as she stood beside the guard that tattled on the male. But the ring in Rhea's ear showcased just how angry he had turned.

Even the guard beside her had his head tilted in submission, and he wasn't the one being yelled at.

"Necessary. They came with high recommendation, and within two days have not only voiced their disgust—But to throw their hate at you!?" Rhea sucked in a breath and tried to settle the irritation between her brows.

"Alpha, permission to get Healer Rhea's ride ready?" The Alpha had thrown his hand into the air with a dismissive wave. Which caused Rhea to give an apologetic smile, as she started growing fond of the male—Cedric.

"Now that wasn't necessary either. Sir, whatever pack they came from, they don't have humans in high positions. Even me talking to you now after the sun is down is strange." The Alpha didn't want to admit it, but then he huffed in contemplation of her words.