Worried that I might sink into despair, Talassa took me to countless breathtaking places, as if hoping that nature’s beauty could mend the fractures in my heart. Little by little, a quiet calm settled over me again.
One day, we arrived at the Artheton Pack’s territory. Instead of attending the grand banquet hosted by the Alpha of Artheton Pack, Talassa dragged me away with a mischievous glint in her eyes, leading me toward a secluded wooden cabin on the outskirts of the city.
“This healer is famous,” she whispered conspiratorially, her excitement barely contained. “Not only can he bring people back from the brink of death, but he’s also especially skilled in treating women’s conditions.”
Then, with absolute seriousness, she added, “Maybe he can put your womb back.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, though there was an ache beneath it. I knew she meant well, and refusing her kindness felt unnecessary. So, I followed her into the small apothecary.
What I didn’t expect was to come face–to–face with Stran–a young werewolf with striking red hair. The sight of him made my breath catch in my throat.
It had been years, but I remembered him. When I was eighteen, the Moon Goddess had declared not only that Giselle was Griffith’s destined mate, but also that my fate was bound to another boy present that day—Stran.
He, however, had been too absorbed in studying a wild herb by the roadside to even glance my way. Just as he was now, entirely focused on my diagnosis, oblivious to who I was.
His voice was steady, detached. “Unfortunately, your womb was indeed removed.” He set down his instruments with a quiet finality. “There is no way to restore it. Organ transplants are only viable if done shortly after removal. It’s been too long.”
I had braced myself for this outcome, yet hearing it spoken aloud still sent a wave of grief crashing over me. Tears welled in my eyes before I could stop them.
Stran, unfazed, continued. “Additionally, based on my examination, you’ve had two miscarriages in the past. Both seem to have been induced by medication. The substance was likely inhaled–possibly from something in your surroundings.”
