The battlefield smelled of iron and smoke. The morning had barely broken, yet the horizon glowed red with fire and spilled blood. Kaelen’s warriors fought viciously against a rogue ambush that had swept into the valley like a tide of shadow, howling with bloodlust.Kaelen himself stood at the forefront, his blade already dripping, his wolf prowling under his skin, begging for the shift. Yet something gnawed at his chest, a pull in the bond he didn’t understand. His wolf growled restlessly, not only for the fight but for something more.Then he saw her.Through the chaos, a figure darted between warriors—swift, deliberate, not striking with blade or claw but touching, glowing. A wounded warrior collapsed at her feet, blood pouring from his chest. She knelt, pressing her hands to his wounds. In a matter of breaths, the torn flesh began to knit together, veins sealing, blood halting as though time itself had reversed. The soldier gasped and scrambled back to his feet, his eyes wide with
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