Novel & Cerita Flare Redo Of Healer

no longer Alpha, no longer a rival, just a voice among many. “Peace treaties,” Elder Helene said, scanning the scrolls. “The packs of Ashvale, Crescent Hollow, and Redridge have all agreed to Lyra’s terms. Equal representation. Shared resources.” “And protection for half-bloods,” Lyra added. “They deserve a place here too.” Murmurs filled the room…some hesitant, some supportive. Old wounds ran deep, but she could see it in their faces: the will to heal was stronger now. Kael spoke next, his voice steady. “We also need to strengthen the healer’s guild. Too many died because our defenses were focused only on offense.”

She had only begun to bleed, and I sure as three hells wouldn't let her continue. I had barely recalled what we had eaten that night or how I had dragged myself to bed in one of the rooms above the tavern. My thoughts kept bringing me back to Oryndale—to my mate. Nandor, the healer from the camp, as well as three other healers in Oryndale's castle, had been certain about one thing: once drained, Kaira's body would not recover. No shifter healing would rebuild the losses in her energy. Of course, it didn't matter to me if she became weaker. I was determined to protect her. I would shield her from the entire world if I had to. Now, I could only hope that her stubbornness and sense of duty woul

The room spun, I gripped the edge of the bed as dizziness crashed over me. “Enough,” Darius said sharply, as the monitors beeped faster. Kael stepped forward, but Darius raised a hand. “Her healing gift isn’t incomplete,” he said calmly. “It’s overflowing.” Everyone stared at him. “Red Moon-born healers generate an enormous amount of spiritual energy,” she continued. “Far more than a standard healer. Without a balancing force nearby, that excess energy becomes unsteady. It lashes back at the healer instead of dispersing safely after helping the patient.”

"Dr. Hale has the biggest balls in the pack!" Many healers feel happy that I came out without a scratch, while the wolves who wanted to see me dead are completely confused. They cannot understand how an Elder Master lost this fight to a packless rogue. It makes no sense. After all, I no longer have the Argent Silvermoon Pack backing me up. I am supposed to be nothing. Some of the male healers exchange sly looks, whispering into each other's ears. They wonder if my rogue wolf somehow charmed the busty Grand Healer in her private den too. If that is true, they will never forgive me for taking the finest prize in the territory.

And whoever came would choose a Luna from the existing pack to seal the claim. I didn’t have rank. I didn’t have a wolf. I was Linden Briar, the dead healer’s daughter. The pack didn’t overlook me. They looked away on purpose. Easier to pretend I didn’t exist than to think too hard about what I could put in their next tincture. That silence was the safest thing about me. I ground valerian for the sleep tinctures the pack would need tonight. Measured henbane into careful doses for the grief that would settle into body aches by morning. Made myself useful. Let them keep ignoring me.

“Someone has to argue with the Moon on your behalf.” Talia folded her arms. “And a healer,” she said. “Me. Don’t even think about saying no. If the goddess decides to ‘test’ how much blood you can lose before you stop, someone should be there who knows where all the pieces go back.” Kael opened his mouth. Closed it again under the combined weight of Aria’s and Talia’s stares. “Fine,” he gritted out. “Healer too.” Stormfall’s envoy drummed her fingers on the table.

“No, not yet. Both the possibility and the fact that my monthly bleeding is delayed.” The Healer gave me a long look before working on Kal, opening his mouth and summoning that warm light healing magic of hers. At the sight of this, I clenched my fist. I will make sure that Elise’s frozen rivalry with me will end with her being frozen.

The air was thick with the scent of a predator who was seconds away from losing his cool. If it weren't for their history, Mortimer would have already walked out. But Vivian was tone-deaf. She was so blinded by her own agenda she couldn't feel the room freezing over. "Shadowfang is fine," Rolf said, his breath hitching from the effort. "Luna Seraphina is my lead healer. I trust her. If my soul-fracture spikes, she's the only one I want nearby." He paused, his chest heaving. "Stop bothering Alpha Mortimer. He's got a pack to run. He's busy."

I’d already sold pieces of my soul to keep Dad safe the least I could do was try to protect some of them. “I want to come with the warrior.” He studied me for a long moment. Then he laughed, “You want to come on the raid? After everything?” “ As a healer, not as… anything else, I’m the head doctor,” I said, lifting my chin. “If people get hurt , I'm the only one who knows how to put them back together fast enough so they can go back to the field. You want this done clean? You need me there.” He pauses and thinks long and hard like he is calculating if he really needs me.

Myra mutters in panic, but the male healer only shakes his head in response as he looks at Myra. “No, I'm coming with you guys; we all can’t be too careful, can we?” He says, looking at Enzo and then Draven. Since he was a healer, he had to conserve his gift from shifting, so he would need a ride instead; he turned to Draven with his head bowed for permission. The alpha lets out his reply with a rumble in his throat and a telepathic answer to the healer, who smiles as Jorah heads to Enzo’s wolf.