Alpha Logan mindlinked his Omega as Maya fell into a brittle silence, her arms crossed tightly over her chest like armor, her mind racing with plans of escape.
The silence shattered softly as the heavy door creaked open. A timid figure—an Omega with trembling hands and lowered eyes—entered, pushing a wheeled table in front of Maya. The scent of herbs and bitter roots instantly filled the room, catching Maya off guard.
She blinked at the array of steaming dishes, each one radiating a peculiar heat, the colors strange, earthy, unnatural.
“What the hell is this?” she muttered, brows furrowed.
“These are medicines?” she asked aloud, already recognizing the herbal blend in the steam. She wasn’t ignorant—she was a werewolf, born and raised in a healing household before Gaia ruined her. But t
