The Regretful Alpha 17

The silent night crept on. Nature created a silence that felt soothing, designed to soothe every soul tired of struggling with life's cruelty. Then it hummed a gentle lullaby through the soft waves of the breeze, like a complement to the graceful dance of the tree leaves.

Among all the creatures who enjoyed the peace of their slumber, Rowena remained awake. She paid no attention to the night rolling on and touching the wee hours of the morning, instead focusing on the various types of herbs that adorned her wooden table.

Rowena picked five different herbs and chopped them into small pieces. Then she placed all the ingredients in a stone mortar. She began to pound, and it wasn't long before all the herbs were crushed and blended into one.

Rowena's busyness stopped when she sensed someone's presence. She stopped pounding, then turned. "Luna."

Vione stood in the doorway. Her hands were clasped nervously, her face showed uncertainty. "May I come in?" she asked, uncertain. "If I'm not intr