#Chapter 83: The Toxic Herbalist

Ruby Nancy’s eyes widen as I tell her my theory. “You really think she has something to do with it?” she says. “But she’s so nice!” “I know,” I answer, glancing over my shoulder at the herbalist’s shop. “Lately, I’m learning that the nicest people can sometimes be the ones we should worry about.” Nancy sticks her hands in her pocket and chews her lip. “So what should we do?” she asks. “It’s not like she’s gonna give us any information, and she already kicked us out.” “There has to be a back entrance to her shop,” I reply thoughtfully, twisting a strand of my long, white hair around my finger.. It’s officially grown to its original length before I cut it, thanks to the hormones that have been coursing through my body since my wolf emerged. I’d forgotten how much I missed my long hair. Suddenly, my stomach starts to growl, making me realize just how hungry I am. “Let’s get something to eat first,” I say, grabbing Nancy’s hand and pulling her towa