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I stare at my hands, seeing the dark glow emitting from them. I raise my head to see him struggling to rise from the ground. I clear out the fog to permit the glow of the moon to flood the place. Unfortunately for him, I’m negating his healing. Each time he tries to enforce it, I cancel it, edging him relentlessly until he snaps and charges towards me recklessly. I remain in my spot, charging up the black fire consuming my being. The darkness is so amazingly overwhelming as it shoots into the sky and renders my vision and mood dark.

Of course, he wasn’t sure it would be weird if he actually was. I now understood what he was thinking, my blood was always in her system, doing what her wolf was supposed to. I never wasted a second to heal her wounds because at least it what I actually felt useful doing for her. I can’t heal her emotional wounds, the one that I very much caused but I can heal her physical ones. I always did, without a second thought. Maybe my presence did help her wolf to climb higher but it all came back to her own bond with her wolf. It made sense.

He's been like this for six years according to Doc's research, embedded in Redwood pack's logistics department since he was nineteen. "Celeste said healing hurts." He states without inflection. "That the first session made her cry for hours." "It can be painful." I won't lie. "Bringing back emotions you've suppressed for years is intense. But it's also liberating. You'll feel things again—joy, sadness, anger, love. All of it."

It echoes inside me. Images flicker behind my eyes. Flashes of a lone figure standing beneath a split sky with sunlight and moonlight pouring down at once. Wolves kneeling in a circle around her. A burst of gold and silver fire blooms from her hands, burning away anything corrupt, erasing anything negative, purifying them, healing them not just of physical wounds, but emotional ones too, lighting the wolves from the inside, until they’re brand new.

“That’s not what scares me—you said you got it wrong. What makes you think I could get it right? I don’t know what I’m doing!” Her lips thinned. “The compulsion needs… clarity. To differentiate between the two commands I’ve given him, rather than twining them together. His energy needs to prioritize the physical healing until it is complete—then continue on his emotional journey.” “But, how would I even know—”

"Harper, I'm going to heal you properly. Remove every trace of that corruption. It's going to hurt but when it's over, you'll be free. Really free. Do you trust me?" She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Please. I just want to be normal again." I placed my hands on her head and channeled everything I had into her. My healing light flooded through her body, seeking out every bit of dark energy, every curse, every twisted piece of her corrupted gift. She screamed as the darkness burned away, her body convulsing. But I didn't stop. I kept pushing, kept healing, kept purging until there was nothing left but clean, pure energy.

"Yes. Yes, I did." A sense of peace settled in my chest, where previously a deep sense of loss used to be. And that's when I realized it. Knowing Emilio was locked up didn't help. Knowing Emmanuel was locked up didn't help either. Coming here, getting Papa back, getting my pack back, and helping to get it better made all the difference. Darkness cannot kill darkness. Only light can. Hatred cannot kill hatred. Only love can.

As I hold her I feel for the pain, for her emotions, the problem was she felt everything to a degree that hurt her right to the core, so I numb her, taking the top of each emotion but leaving her empathy and I add to her patience and her love for her family Don’t get me wrong she loved them, she adored her family but the voices stole the joy she had for them, taking her hostage and keeping her from living her life how she had planned I feel her regret for her other part kissing someone, they had blocked it from her to begin with but even they felt guilty about that, they wanted her to suffer. I could hear footsteps approach as I finish healing her, her body almost goes limp against me, like

I didn’t know what happened to him, just that he was gone and I felt like I might die too. Amari and her mate, Jasen, healed me. Amid the blinding pain and agony, I felt their warmth and love spread through me. Filling the dark, gaping hole inside me a little. While they took the physical pain away, the emotional pain was just as bad. There is nothing a healer can do to take emotional pain away.

"Shadow isn't evil. It's natural. But when it anchors to unresolved pain, it corrupts. Resists healing." A woman raised her hand. Older. Healer by the look of her supplies. "How do we release them?" "Acknowledge what happened. Honor the pain. Let it go." I showed them the ritual we'd developed. Kneeling. Speaking truth. Offering peace. "Shadow can't hold what you consciously release." Practiced on small anchors around the town. Former sites of death. Grief. Accidents. Some people struggled. Too much emotion. Too raw. Others took to it naturally. Found their own words. Their own way of releasing.