A chance encounter

Vesper frowned when Wilder turned towards her. She could read something in his expression, something that shouldn't be there. He should be worried about his own skin, the fool. Surely he hadn’t wasted thoughts on her? But the prospect sends… something through her. Something that mingled with her own worry, and the fear of the samples she carried

Mortis. That was the wolf Oleander had asked her to look out for when she grabbed the samples. Her healer's dad. She knew she should latch onto that and ask for more details, but his cough distracted her. Dammit, Oleander needed to get working on that cure. To do that, he needed the samples she held.

“Everyones… stressed. I guess. Oleander has been tasked with finding a cure.”


"Wilder & Vesper"