The Forgotten Heiress: Rise of The Lycan Queen
Who are we, after everything?
She raised her hands. Her voice wavered, but there was steel beneath the tremble. "I can help all of you. Just not all at once. Let's begin with those who suffer most."
For hours, they moved from tent to tent. Elara's light sealed wounds, calmed fevers, mended bones. Her touch became more deliberate, more refined. Not driven by panic now, but guided by intention. Kael was her constant shadow, offering water, catching the faint, reminding the forgotten of who they were. He knew every name, every story: Milena the seamstress, Rowan the apprentice with a shattered arm, old Jarik who had outlived three wives, two plagues, and now a siege.
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