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173. THE DEAD DO NOT STAY DEAD

Author: Teowrits
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Emma’s pulse beat like a war drum in her ears, the crushing weight of her mother’s confession still settling in her chest. Everything she thought she knew about her bloodline, her life, her purpose—it had all been carefully, cruelly constructed by Priscilla. And now, the facade had shattered.

“I cannot believe you,” Emma said under her breath, pacing the length of the room like a lioness cornered, her hands clenched at her sides.

“You believe what suits your emotions,” Priscilla replied, her tone unbothered and eerily composed. “But truth doesn’t bend to feelings, Emma.”

Steve stood with his back straight near the entrance, his eyes darting between the two women. His instincts screamed at him—this place was wrong. It reeked of illusion and old magic, secrets buried beneath layers of practiced civility.

“You let her grow up in misery,” Steve said, his voice low, steady. “With questions and no answers
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  • The Healer's Bond    175. ESCAPE FROM HOME

    The fire roared behind them, a living thing, furious and hungry, consuming the mouth of the valley in its flames. Smoke curled into the night sky, thick and black, painting a twisted tapestry above them as Emma and Steve sprinted into the open air.But they didn’t get far.A sudden blast—a heatwave that tore through the tunnel and burst out like a cannon—hit them mid-stride. Steve grunted as the explosion licked at his back, catching his coat and skin in a vicious flame. Emma turned at the sound, eyes wide.“Steve!”He stumbled but didn’t fall. His shirt had charred along the edges, and angry red burns traced down his arms and neck. Emma skidded to a halt, heart hammering as she looked over him.But Steve stood tall, his breath ragged but steady. And already, before her eyes, the worst of the wounds began to fade. Blisters vanished. Skin knitted itself. His healing factor was doing its job, even if it left him weakened and sore.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, guilt thick in her throat. “

  • The Healer's Bond    174. THE DEAD DON'T STAY DEAD. II.

    Emma ran like hell itself was snapping at her heels.The stale air of the underground valley burned in her lungs, each breath harder than the last. The passage twisted and turned, the walls alive with dampness and decay. Her boots slapped against the uneven floor, echoing off the stone, and somewhere behind them, shadows slithered like serpents.Steve was just ahead, his shoulders tense and broad, moving with the purpose of a soldier and the desperation of a man with something to protect. He glanced back at her, eyes scanning her face for signs of injury, fear, or both.“Emma, stay with me,” he said, his voice gruff but steady.“I’m trying,” she choked out.She was terrified. Not of the dark or the claustrophobic walls that pressed in around them—but of the growing realization that Moon Valley had become something far worse than a graveyard. It was a trap. A tomb with a beating heart.And something inside it was waking.Steve’s voice cut through the tension. “I won’t let any of them t

  • The Healer's Bond    173. THE DEAD DO NOT STAY DEAD

    Emma’s pulse beat like a war drum in her ears, the crushing weight of her mother’s confession still settling in her chest. Everything she thought she knew about her bloodline, her life, her purpose—it had all been carefully, cruelly constructed by Priscilla. And now, the facade had shattered. “I cannot believe you,” Emma said under her breath, pacing the length of the room like a lioness cornered, her hands clenched at her sides. “You believe what suits your emotions,” Priscilla replied, her tone unbothered and eerily composed. “But truth doesn’t bend to feelings, Emma.” Steve stood with his back straight near the entrance, his eyes darting between the two women. His instincts screamed at him—this place was wrong. It reeked of illusion and old magic, secrets buried beneath layers of practiced civility. “You let her grow up in misery,” Steve said, his voice low, steady. “With questions and no answers

  • The Healer's Bond    172. SECRETS OF THE CIRCLE

    The silence between them stretched out like a drawn blade. Emma couldn't stop staring at the woman across the desk. Her mother. Her Luna. Her traitor. “You were supposed to protect me,” Emma whispered, though her voice still carried the weight of command. “You were supposed to be better than this.” Priscilla's eyes didn't waver. “And you were supposed to accept your destiny, Emma. But you’ve been running from it your whole life.” Steve’s voice broke the tension. “This isn’t destiny. This is manipulation and power disguised as fate.” Priscilla stood slowly, her hands pressed against the desk. “Spoken like a true outsider.” “I’m not an outsider,” Steve snapped "I bled for Sterling Creek and Emma.” Emma turned her gaze to her mother again. “Why now? Why tell me all of this?” “Because you’ve passed the threshold,” Priscilla answered.

  • The Healer's Bond    171. RIVALS

    "It is so good to see you again, Emma," Terra said with a deceptive smile."I cannot say the same," Emma replied coldly as she glared at her mother. She felt betrayed as questions ran through her mind."I did not think you would ever come home, Emma," Priscilla stated."And I did not think you would be talking to the enemy, mother," Emma curtly replied. "What is going on?""I am surprised to see you, Alpha Steve," Priscilla said as she ignored her daughter's question."You are the second person telling me that today," Steve replied. "Do you also want me dead?""No, but a lot of people do," Priscilla replied."They can join the long line of my death wishers," Steve replied with an arrogant shrug."I hope your bravery in the face of what is coming will be enough," Priscilla said."Hello, Steve," Terra winked at him. "The Arena has not forgotten about you.""Do not speak to him!" Emma snapped."I see that you are familiar with the emissary," Priscilla said.Emma did not need to guess. Sh

  • The Healer's Bond    170. ILLUSION

    Emma walked cautiously, each step sinking slightly into the damp path that twisted deeper into the forest. The air shimmered around her, pulsing with something ancient and unnatural. Beside her, Steve said nothing, though his body was taut with readiness, his eyes darting to every shadow. The mist ahead thickened until it was nearly blinding. Then, without warning, it parted. He stood there. Her breath caught in her throat. The man before her was tall, broad-shouldered, and almost impossibly beautiful. Midnight black hair spilled across his shoulders like waves of liquid ink. His jawline was sharp enough to cut stone, his skin pale and smooth, untouched by age or sun. But it was his eyes that held her — not because of their beauty, but because of what lurked within. Midnight black. Cold. Bottomless. They swallowed the light around them, pulling at h

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