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"I'm sorry, but for now I can only offer you this cabin," William said, looking at Drakkar and the striking white-haired woman beside him.

She looked like the healer of this small group.

"We truly appreciate your help," Lyra, who was more diplomatic than her man, was the one to reply.

She was well aware the Beta had treated them too kindly, and she already had a guess why.

Even though William was talking to Drakkar, his eyes kept drifting toward the little female helping to carry things into the wooden house.

In fact, to them, it already felt like something new and quite a beautiful construction.

"The market opens in the morning. I'll inform the gate guards so they let you pass," William muttered, not even sure how he was managing to hold a coherent conversation.

The breeze carried that jasmine scent, the one making his wolf drool.

"How can we see your healer?"

"Our Priest?" William frowned a little. "Why do you want to see him?"

"We come on behalf of an old friend. We’re loo