บททั้งหมดของ The Wolfless Doctor: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

"Your healing ability is functioning at approximately sixty percent capacity."Dr. Whitford delivered this news three days after the duel with a clinical detachment that made it somehow worse. I sat on the examination table in my own healing center, the irony not lost on me that I was now a patient in the facility I had built."Sixty percent," I repeated, the number feeling both better and worse than I had feared. "So I lost forty percent of my power permanently?""We do not know if it is permanent yet," Dr. Whitford said carefully, reviewing her charts with a frown. "The extraction ritual Lydia used was interrupted before completion, which means the damage might heal over time. Your body could regenerate the lost capacity naturally, or it might stabilize at this reduced level. We simply do not have enough data on interrupted ability extraction to predict the outcome."Juniper stood beside the exam table, her hand on my shoulder in silent support. She had barely left my side since the

Owen's POVI watched Mary standing on the balcony, her silhouette backlit by moonlight, and I felt the familiar surge of helpless anger that had been my constant companion since the duel with Lydia. Through our mate bond, I could feel her anxiety, her fear about the Architects having part of her power, her guilt over patients she could no longer heal.I wanted to take all of that pain away from her, wanted to fight her battles and protect her from every threat. But I had learned over the past year that Mary did not need someone to fight for her. She needed someone to fight beside her.Still, watching her suffer was its own kind of torture."You are brooding," Lucas said from the doorway, making me turn. My best friend and beta held two glasses of whiskey, offering one to me. "I could feel the angst from down the hall.""I am not brooding, I am thinking," I replied, taking the glass and downing half of it in one gulp. The burn felt good, grounding."Thinking very broodingly about how t

Mary"You have a visitor requesting to see you, and she says it is urgent."Sophie appeared in my office doorway two weeks after the meeting with Serena, her expression confused and a little wary. I looked up from the patient files I had been reviewing, grateful for the interruption. Paperwork was never my strength, and it had only gotten worse since I started having to carefully ration my reduced healing power."Who is it?" I asked, setting aside the file on a young witch whose magical burns I would need to treat tomorrow."She would not give her name. Just said she traveled a very long distance to speak with the Healer Alpha about a matter of life and death. She is in exam room three." Sophie hesitated, then added, "Mary, there is something strange about her. Her energy feels old, really old. Serena level old."That got my attention. Ancient supernatural beings did not just show up at healing centers without good reason.I found Owen in the training room where he had been working wi

"You need to relax your energy flow, you are fighting against the connection instead of flowing with it."Iris stood across from me in the private training room at coalition headquarters, her silver hair catching the afternoon sunlight that streamed through the windows. We had been working together for three weeks now, and I was still struggling to understand how Lunar Bloodline magic worked. It was so different from my healing abilities, so fluid and changeable where mine was direct and purposeful."I am trying," I said, frustrated because I could feel the lunar energy Iris was channeling toward me, but every time I reached for it with my healing power, it slipped away like trying to grab water. "But my abilities do not work this way, I push energy into injuries and force them to heal, I do not flow with anything.""That is your problem right there," Iris said gently, lowering her hands and letting the silvery lunar magic dissipate. "You are approaching this like combat when it shoul

"We have identified three more curse attacks in the past week, all targeting young supernatural beings in remote locations."Lucas stood at the front of the war room two weeks after Chris's attack, pointing at red marks on the regional map. Each mark represented a curse victim, and the pattern was becoming clearer. Someone was testing their adaptive curses on isolated targets who would not have immediate access to advanced healing."Are the victims surviving?" I asked, though I already knew the answer from Lucas's grim expression."One survived because a local witch managed to slow the curse long enough to get them to a major healing center. The other two died before help arrived, the curses were too aggressive and spread too fast. Both victims were teenagers, both were alone when attacked, and both reported being near old ruins or abandoned buildings before they felt the initial injury."Three victims. Two dead. And we were no closer to identifying who was behind the attacks."The cu