The Brave Human Mate

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Healer Rhea's POV

The rush of excitement couldn't wait until the morning, not when Rhea held the bundle so close to her person that the potency was causing her eyes to burn in annoyance at the scent. As if this very plant was toxic to both humans and wolves alike, but why hadn't it been the first thing to think of!

Thankfully, whatever deity that was gracing them this evening, they were able to make it back to Lillian—Though Osmin had to hold his breath for the duration back into pack grounds, as the mere whiff of the said plant would ultimatum go directly to his inner beast.

Upon arriving, Lillian was most certainly not in the mood to discuss anything to do with their plan. Not when she was threatened, and most certainly promised death, if she didn't report back to the King of both Osmin and Rhea's arrival.

The male flinched at the thought of his precious little female being punished for his indiscretions, but he leaned forward to kiss Lillian's temple and continue forth outside the tent in hopes of getting his brother to clear of any pined-up rage.

For whatever reason, Drevein was starting to grow possessive, and Rhea's lived so much of her second life in the warm embrace of freedom that she didn't want to be controlled.

Not now, not ever.

"That wolf is such a bastard, he was meant to tell me about the shipment he's ordered and when he's headed to get it." That perked up Rhea's interest, but all she could do was offered up the bundle with a cautious smile. "This might make it all worth it, but we have to work quickly. This is only as potent as the moon is in the sky—Or so the legend says."

The mere hint had caused Lillian's jaw to slowly drop as soon as she understood Rhea's vague choice of words. Even if her nexus was swirling around in an uncontrolled manor, so much so that Rhea could feel the slight tingle of static in the air.

"It seems like we are all affected by it." Lillian knew that brewing this would take sheer amounts of concentration, but as her eyes flickered up to her partner—A fellow Healer and a damn good potion mistress if she ever wanted to retire. Right now, they needed to prepare.

"Are you being affected..." Lillian whispered, her hand going to brush against Rhea's cheek to capture the tear, issuing a frown down to the solid droplet. "Yes, it feels like it burns."

"Perhaps that witch did mend her soul with yours, humans aren't meant to feel it at all...When this is all over, we will figure out where your soul's allegiance is." Rhea nodded, but stepped in Lillian's way when the tent's flap had been the only announcement of the king's presence.

"Rhea, little Healer—My brother says you went for a walk?" The question had earned the king a quick nod and a shy smile. "Yes sir, the moon was very beautiful this evening. I couldn't help myself, and I've managed to bring in some more inventory for Lillian's stores...Silly me, I should've asked the man of honor if he wanted a walk, but you seemed to be enjoying the festivities." Osmin had ducked underneath just a moment after with eyes so wide that it would no doubt ruin the entire plan.

"You are a smart female, but the night is winding down...Join me, we can have some wine in my tent." Lillian had disposed of the bundle in her hands underneath the desk to hide it from its possible attention before clearing her throat.

"It's not safe for Rhea to consume alcohol yet, sir. It will mess with the tonics in line for healing her." She claimed, head ducked in a manner that she prayed was saving Rhea from an unwanted playdate with the much too eager male.