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Chapter 24: The Healer’s Chains

Author: Comfort Shettima
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-15 05:04:45

Vireya's POV

With his growing army, Xareth pressed deeper into the surrounding packs, one after another falling to his dark ambition. Each time, forcing my wolf to extract the Heartstone.

I began to lose count of the packs we’d conquered. One by one, they fell. Territories swallowed whole beneath Xareth’s command. Amid all these my birthday passed, I wasn't even able to remember it with all the chaos, all I know, I was twenty now.

I was plagued by blood-soaked dreams, my hands stained red, my soul howling alongside the wolves I could no longer protect. The line between nightmare and waking life had blurred into oblivion.

Even in daylight, their voices echoed in my head. I was unraveling. Sleep abandoned me, and I wore the weight of every death like a second skin.

I looked like a ghost of myself. The only time the shadows eased was when I was with Zevarion. But even he could see the storm brewing behind my eyes.

“What is happening to you?” he asked one evening, his voice gentle, but
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