The healer returned not long after Diana had woken fully, his steps careful as he entered the room. The scent of crushed herbs followed him in—bitter root, silverleaf, and the faint metallic trace of wolfsbane neutralizer that still lingered in the air. His eyes immediately went to Diana, sharp with professional interest rather than concern.
He stopped beside the bed and began his examination, running his fingers just above her skin, murmuring quietly under his breath as he assessed her aura, her pulse, the faint residue of poison that should still be there—but wasn’t.
“Incredible,” he finally said, straightening. His brows furrowed, confusion and fascination warring on his face. “I have never seen anything like this.”
Talon stiffened beside the bed.
“How can your body process wolfsban
