Freya washed the wolfsbane sap from her hands in the icy mountain brook.
She was a rogue healer belonging to no pack, living in an abandoned log cabin at the border of the Whispering Woods. To the Red Crest Pack, she was an outcast. But when their warriors caught silver poisoning from hunters, she was the only one who could brew the antidote.
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