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Disorienting And Miraculous

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Zenith

I do the only thing my healer’s hands know to do, I breathe first. Deep and slow. I let my aura settle, like a bell slowing its ring. The pack has been through so much neglect and damage that my first instinct is to soothe. My gift is not fireworks, it is slow and stubborn. I have spent years learning the rhythm of bodies and the language of skin, and that training is now the most useful thing I have.

I walk among them, hands gentle, offering the small repairs that make big differences. A thumb to the hollow of Darian’s shoulder to free a muscle knot, breath into Elysia’s chest to still tremble, a soft touch to Lysander’s brow to ease the tightness in his jaw. The teens exhale as if someone has opened a window. The twitching retreat. Faces relax. It grounds them. It steadies me. This is what I was made for, the work my grandmother must have hoped for.

As I move, I feel the bond differently than I did last night. It is a pulse now, a steadying band that tethers me to Ale
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