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All the healers who participated in the cover-up received severe disciplinary action. However, because they confessed and I spoke on their behalf, explaining they had been coerced, the Council decided on a lighter sentence. Their healer's marks were downgraded, and their packs' territorial resources and neutral zone privileges were reduced.

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S

Something sharp and familiar that makes my wolf recoil. I look down and see the pouch strapped to his belt. Small. Leather. Stitched with a pattern I recognize. No. I grab the pouch and rip it open, and the smell hits me like a fist to the face. Healer herbs. Alyssa's blend. I know that scent. I've smelled it a hundred times on her hands, in her hair, in the kit she keeps by our bed. This isn't just generic healer supplies. This is her specific mix—the one she makes herself, the one she guards because the ratios are family knowledge passed down from her grandmother.

He said cutting me off. The funny thing is, I'm a healer. But Healers can't heal themselves but we heal faster that others. Kayden lead me inside the pack house and into the other healers clinic. The old woman great me with pleasure. She's one of the two Healers residing here in SilverMoon pack. Kayden patiently waiting until Imelda finished her work and excused herself. "You need to be ready anytime Adellee. You never turn your back into your enemy." He said.

The mowing team had finally been persuaded to drive away, making the other two join them both. “Here, let me go and get something then.” I turned to the house and ran inside. The sooner they were able to clean up all that blood, the less likely someone would try to stop and help. Reaching inside the house, I turned to the macarons I had left over from last night. I had about two dozen left of the assorted cookies; I always brought more home with me when I baked them at the bakery. “These should do, the sugar should make the healing kick in faster.” I handed them to the Viking, who took a handful and shoved them into his mouth. “Thsm arrr mamsjng!” He said through a mouthful of cookies.

"And you must be the healer I've heard so much about. Dr. Caelum Ashford, at your service." "How exactly did you hear about her?" Kael's voice carried a dangerous edge. Dr. Ashford smiled, the expression warm and genuine. "Word travels in our circles, Your Majesty. A powerful healer appearing at the same time as rumors of your mate bond? Such news doesn't stay secret for long." "Our circles?" I found my voice. "What circles?" "Scholars, researchers, those of us who study supernatural curses and their remedies." He gestured toward the books scattered across our table. "I see you've been doing research of your own. Admirable, though I suspect you're working with incomplete information."

He asked while staring down at the packages cookies. I glanced at Derek and he nodded giving me the go ahead. Taking a deep breath, I cleared my throat and began talking. “What I am about to present to you today is a fusion of tradition and modernity. In the centuries past, werewolves never needed to worry about skin care or what they eat. We are known to consume heavily and digest it just as it comes. Same for our regenerative systems that helps our skin maintain its natural balance. However, with the evolution of our people into modern times, things have changed. We have become lazier with our hunting and indulged in sweet eatings that not only results in a bothersome decline in shifting

At least Kal and I have friendly Alphas and Lunas to lend us a hand—or this time, lend us their smiles. The pregnant Healer entered the room and was now with another Healer, this one I’m familiar with being in the Moonflame Pack. “For the Alpha King. He barely had breakfast.” She gestured to a bowl of stew, which I had never seen or smelled before. “What is it?” “Ah, that food the Healers make for me every time I can barely move my bones,” Helga shared. “It’s a specialty made by the Healers along with their edible potions.”

I kept my expression neutral and I kept watching her as she laughed and talked with her hands. “Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you guys cookies! You guys don’t have allergies, right?” she said excitedly and went to the living room. She returned a while later and placed the plastic container on the table. “Awesome,” Slade and Leon said at the same time. “Thanks, but it wasn’t necessary,” I said to her. “Speak for yourself,” Liam said as he stuffed his mouth with two cookies.

Dan smiles, taking another small bite. “Yes, that’s perfect,” Hope encourages him, “Excellent. Keep going, you’re doing great.” Watching Dan return to health with such immediacy is shocking and wonderful simultaneously. Before I can ask what’s happening, Hope sees my baffled expression and explains. “It’s a snickerdoodle cookie with an extra magical kick,” she explains warmly, “It’s my own special blend. It replenishes energy and rebalances power in the body. Think of it as magical Gatorade!”