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Howard replied smoothly, flashing a knowing grin. Timothy, who had been quiet so far, finally spoke up. "Audrey, come on. You’ve been there for years. You could at least recommend me. I chose healing because I saw what you accomplished." I flinched at his words, the memories of their abuse flashing through my mind. How could he say something like that without a shred of shame? "The healing center requires training from certified academies," I began, keeping my voice calm despite the anger bubbling beneath my skin. "Without that, you won’t qualify—no matter who recommends you."

There was the Foundry of Souls, where the Disputed made and threw away species. Some people welcomed Kael with arms. Others were angry and scared. A few asked him to leave because their pain was too fresh. Kael respected every response. "You can't make people be ready, " he said to Alexander. "Healing is not something you can schedule. It is a process. We just have to keep offering the chance and trust that everyone will take it someday." Alexander watched Kael work. He felt proud and scared at the time. Kael was doing something. He was telling the truth. Being kind.. The Council was moving fast.

Frank glanced at them briefly, but continued bluntly, "The girl is definitely suffering from a heat condition. Your prescription could kill her!" "You're hilarious!" Ferdy laughed despite himself and looked pointedly at the crowd around him before pointing at himself. "I'm Ferdy Zeller! Anyone in this business knows my name. I've come to Morhen on the merit of my accomplishments as a healer, even though my old practice down south pays better! I have been invited to five national medicine forums, and I've treated hundreds of patients, if not thousands! Who do you think you are to question me?!"

Secure communication channels through omega intermediaries, safe houses for wolves fleeing their embedded positions, protocols for verifying someone's identity versus potential Council traps, treatment plans adapted from Celeste's progress. More letters arrive as word spreads through underground channels. Not all of them request healing—some just ask questions, testing whether we're legitimate or another Council trick. I answer each one personally, letting my empathy flow through the words so they can feel my sincerity. Yes, healing is possible. Celeste has recovered most of her emotional range in few months. No, we won't force anyone. Healing has to be your choice. The treatment is experime

Only after all the pre-clinic preparations were done did I open my comm-stone. Messages popped up like raindrops— Most of them were from the early morning: Cassian, Wynn, Fred. Reading Fred's message, I learned that Wynn had gone to see Samantha last night after all. She was always impulsive. Clearly, Fred couldn't stop her. "All healing is essentially self-healing," I told myself. No one could truly pull me out of the deep water but me. I spent the whole morning on basic healing tasks. Time was cut into neat segments: olfactory spectrum tests, scratch wound disinfection, silver thread guidance, low-dose evening primrose steaming...

“We will form committees for each initiative. Let one focus on fortifying our defenses and repairing what was broken, another on ensuring our resource allocation remains transparent, and yet another on community building—engaging every wolf, so that no one feels isolated or left behind.” Zuri added, “We must also address the personal wounds. I know many of you still carry memories of the betrayals and the losses. I propose we institute a series of healing circles—regular meetings where wolves can share their experiences and support each other. Healing is as much a part of our recovery as rebuilding our walls.”

"You don't know? His wife and child disappeared three years ago. He tried to mask it as a mutual separation, but news got to the press that it wasn't, after a private investigator anonymously leaked a video of him. It was strange, but he withdrew from the world and has been running his empire from the shadows since then. He has not made a public appearance in six months and we doubt he would do so anytime soon. So yeah, I guess he really does need help." I listened to him with keen ears. It made sense all of a sudden. It was not that he did not want to heal, the problem was he was scared of healing. To heal, he had to face all the unpleasant memories, confront all the demons that lurked in h

Even so, Christian did not want Master Howton to continue pestering Quinn. Therefore, he looked at him and solemnly said, “Master Howton, I told you just now that there is not only the Healing Pill in this world but also the Rejuvenating Pill. It can cure all sicknesses and make people twenty years younger. Rather than holding on to the Healing Pill, you might as well look for the Rejuvenating Pill.” Master Howton widened his eyes in shock to hear this, completely dumbfounded.

Esme's POV It had been over a week since I woke up. I suffered second degree burns in different parts of my body, my back was mostly affected but they've all healed completely. My ability to heal really quickly stunned the doctor and she said not to worry about the scars because they would smoothen over time. She also provided an ointment made with a rare herb which would help with the discoloration.

But, he never accepted any customers there again. Instead, he would often sit at the bar and drink on his own. Not only that, he would also download advertisements from the internet and watch them at the clubhouse. A few days later, he would then trash the entire clubhouse, then get it renovated once again. The cycle repeated. He no longer interfered with work at his company. He became even more aloof than ever, and he always had two silver rings around his middle finger on his right hand.