I saw Eric again a week after I returned to Los Angeles.
I had just finished my onboarding at the Moonshadow Apothecary and received my senior healer’s badge. Lyra, the head of the Los Angeles branch and Orion’s sister, excitedly handed me a commission request.
“This client specifically requested you to prepare a healing potion for him, Sera! This is a a big one. If we land this, our Los Angeles branch will really be on solid ground!”
I looked at the request in my hand, puzzled. “Specifically me?” I frowned, feeling like something was off.
Although I was originally from Los Angeles, I used to be just a lonely Omega struggling at the bottom.
Later, I had a brief connection with Eric and the Dark Moon pack, but no one ever really took me seriously.
After going to Europe, even though I studied herbalism hard at the ancient Moonlit Forest Academy and became a respected healer, my reputation was mostly limited to a few werewolf settlements in Europe.
I had only just returned to Los Angeles. How could someone already be asking for me by name?
A sense of foreboding rose in me. I looked up at the excited Lyra. “This client is…?”
Lyra grinned from ear to ear. “Dark Moon Medical Center! The largest medical institution among werewolves!”
The air instantly froze. The answer was expected, yet it still made me feel dizzy. I held the request, silent, my heart racing.
Lyra didn’t notice my strange reaction and continued, holding her cup of herbal tea, “If you’d told me earlier you had connections with Dark Moon Medical, I might have considered making you chief healer directly! Why start as a regular healer?”
