Through Olivia’s Eyes
Elroy wasn’t healing.
Every time I saw him he was wan and pale, as if his energy had been sapped. To say I was worried was an understatement! It was like he’d been through some terrible ordeal—and that was coming from the woman who was currently ripping her soul open to wake up her wolf.
(Though frankly it wasn’t as bad as Apothecary Iris had made it sound. It hurt, yes, quite a lot, especially for the first split-second of agonizing rending, but after that it was far more bearable. Nowhere near as bad as severing my pack bond, at least.)
So I made him soup.
I felt incredibly stupid walking with it to his room, but I didn’t know what else to do. My mom had always made this for me when I was sick, and I swear it always gave me a little more energy to heal. Maybe
