Chapter 18 The Witch's Price

Kael's POV

"Your mate grows weaker by the day."

Elara doesn't look up from the herbs she's grinding. Her cottage sits deep in the forest, far from pack territory. The place smells of dried plants and old magic, scents that make my wolf uneasy.

"Tell me something I don't know," I say.

"Very well....

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