At some point, I had fallen into unconsciousness.In my hazy sleep, I dreamed.I dreamed of middle school, when my article was published in the Medical Journal. The first time I showed my healing gift by saving a dying wolf's life.When I rushed home with the exciting news, my family just scoffed. They even mocked me, saying it was pure luck. Only my mother would listen with appreciation and approval as I described the various healing techniques I'd used.I was curious and asked if she understood healing arts too.Mother shook her head, her voice gentle as spring water:"Mommy doesn't understand advanced healing spells or herbal knowledge, but Mommy knows my daughter is the most excellent person in the world. Whatever you do, I'll always be proud of you."I remembered that afternoon for years afterward.Now I'm a renowned healer throughout the pack, having saved countless werewolf lives.But the person who used to stroke my head and praise me was gone forever."Mama..."When I woke up,
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