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I wrote on the notepad again, "What does this have to do with the healer?" The beta's expression turned serious, "The healer specializes in helping pregnant women who have experienced trauma. She can help you cope with your emotions and ensure a healthy pregnancy." I felt a lump form in my throat as I heard the beta's words. No one had ever offered to help me like that before. I had always been on my own, fighting to survive. I looked up at the beta, searching for any sign of ulterior motives. But all I saw was kindness and concern in his eyes.

Roonie is still unconscious in bed, but his skin improved, and his vitals are balanced. She comes like this everyday to read him books, and she enjoys it so much. She set down the three books and picked one, then she opened it and sighed. "I know you can't hear me, but at least... your subconscious should connect with me. I finished reading Harry Potter to you yesterday, and today, it's a book about flowers, titled... BEAUTIES" She said, glancing at him. She stretched her right hand to him and held his right hand with it, rubbing it softly.

When she wasn’t looking for anything in particular, the book seemed to open to what it wanted for her. She glanced down at the page. Sure enough, she had opened right to the chapter on healing. As she scanned the information, she almost forgot she was reading in the ancient script of the waziri language. When Dominic had given her the book, it was nothing but empty pages. He had used a spell to fill it with information about spells and magic, and then employed a second spell that allowed Leesa to read the strange inscriptions as if they were written in everyday English. The book made the healing magic sound pretty straightforward—so straightforward that she found herself wondering if it coul

No medicine gets rid of it and I have to suffer through. Except, when I’m with Harper, the pain becomes dull and nearly nonexistent. It fades, allowing me to think clearly, each time she’s near me for more than a few minutes. I found the change interesting, so I looked into it and found a book on healers written years ago. I read up on people who have healing abilities. The book stated that people with natural healing magic have an aura around them that sometimes works without the healer being intentional. The book made it sound like, if the healer is powerful enough, the healing ability can’t be contained.

“You’re going to be fine. The healers have all agreed that the cure is taking effect, and I will stay with you until you wake up. We’ve gotten this far, we’ll get through this, together.” I ran my hands over his body, stretched the blanket, and fluffed up the pillow under his head. All seemed to be stable, and I snatched the book from the top of the nightstand. It was the one he used to read out loud to me as a child. I thought that maybe, just maybe, reading it back to him would get through to him in a way that my own words hadn’t. I leafed through it, settling into the words. Time just seemed to slip by, easy and slow.

He began to rediscover the joy that had first drawn him to healing, the simple act of being present with those who were suffering. One evening, as the healers gathered in the great hall for their monthly meeting, the fire crackling softly in the hearth, Kael stood before them. His voice was steady, filled with a quiet conviction that seemed to fill the room. The candles flickered, casting warm shadows across the faces of the healers, their eyes fixed on their leader.

She just shakes her head and His hand moves to her face, thumb brushing her cheekbone. How old were you when you go out? She looks deep into his eyes and says out of the gun running and cooking 16 but out of all of it not until I was 21 but I didn’t really start healing until I was 35 that’s when I finally found true recovery and worked on my mental health and trauma. Val holds her there, suspended in the quiet of his office. 19 years of healing, 19 years of building herself from rubble. His voice barely a whisper. You were broken for longer that you were whole and you still chose to help people, still chose to fight for purity in a dirty world.

I have to talk about my past once again to get people to know me and everyone is always fascinated by a healer. By the end of the day, I'll be known by everyone and that's worse because I'll only know by the end of the day if it's a bad or good thing. Will the boys want me for my looks? My body or because I'm a healer? Will the girls hate me because of the attention I'll get from the boys? I will only know later. Healers are extremely beautiful creatures because everyone likes to look at a beautiful specimen to feel at ease or whatever. Healers can also be known as sorcerers. We prefer the term healers because we use our powers to heal ailments and to bring peace in the pack upon the alphas

I heard her whisper in my ear, her breath tickling my ears. Remembering the book was in my bag I let go of Williams hand and grabbed the book opening it to the small pages I found. Reading through them I knew it was some kind of ancient grimoire, nothing made sense for what to do to heal someone in this state. There were spells for fatal wounds, specifying that these were for physical wounds which William had none of them, others mentioned fixing a broken heart but again he didn’t have a broken heart. I made a mental note to look into that one more in the hopes it could help Ashton in the future.

she shares with the group quietly. Everyone is intensely listening to Jenna as they are curious how the healing works. “If I healed you, then you would have felt warmth and a sense of peace come over your body. For me I absorb your pain or injury. If you have a broken arm, I have a broken arm. If you have a cut, I have that same injury although you may not see the blood. I then need time to heal myself, which can take hours or days depending on the severity of the injury.