*Lynn*
Clara’s fever had spiked again. We were traveling for hours, and even I could feel the fatigue entering my body. I could only imagine what Clara must be going through.
The healer was keeping her asleep with herbs and potions, only waking her to eat and drink. But during those waking hours, I could tell she was in agony.
As I stared at the path ahead of me, my sodden boots sinking deep into the snow. I thought of how strange the wound was. She was injured badly, but I didn’t think the infection would take her this swiftly despite the healer’s herbs.
When I asked the healer, he waved my question aside dismissively, but I could see the look of concern on his face. He didn’t know what was happening to my sister, nor did anyone else for that matter.
I once heard of witches aligned with rival Alphas, purposefully cursing the warriors so that their claws would prose a powerful toxin meant to prolong suffering and, inevitably, kill.