“It’s a potion that will allow you to heal faster.” Staring blankly, I waited for her to tell me this was a joke. The advantage I was given for withstanding what felt like days of torment was . . . faster healing? The one thing my shifter magic provided me in spades beyond what any other supernatural possessed. My eyesight was average. My hearing was poor at best. My sense of smell and taste were truly abysmal. Worse than any shifter I’d ever met. But healing—that was my one real gift. And a good one considering my awkward sense of balance and some of the stunts I’d pulled on missions.
