Heart Mending Novels & Stories

“A promise is a promise.” I didn’t press further. Instead, I carefully unbuttoned his shirt. He was so thin I could see the faint outline of his heart pulsing beneath his ribs. Whatever internal damage he carried, it had been there for a long time. I placed my palm gently on his abdomen and let my healing energy flow into him. At first, Bennet winced and tensed, but as the warmth of my power spread through his body, his face softened in disbelief. His breathing slowed. I could feel the ancient wounds mending beneath his skin—deep, resistant injuries that clung to him like a curse.

My mother hastily wiped her face and stood up, as did I. "The alpha has suffered from a serious heart attack. His heart has already failed once on the table. His heart tissue is friable and we are doing everything we can to repair his heart. He will hopefully make it through it." He nodded at us and walked back through the doors he had just come from. My mother slumped back on the chair but I didn't. I was too wound up because of my father fighting for his life. I couldn't leave my mother alone right now. Me being here provided her a certain kind of comfort and I didn't want to deprive her of that.

“Peace does that, I guess.” She nodded, her throat tightening. “I can see that.” The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was full full of what they’d been through, full of the things that didn’t need to be said out loud. He gestured to the fence. “I, uh… fix things now. Turns out, I’m better at mending wood than hearts.” Amara’s lips curved. “Maybe both need the same patience.” He looked at her then really looked. And something in his gaze trembled, like he was seeing sunlight after years of storm.

But that day never came – maybe he didn’t really want to know. Her heartbeat became stronger, more even. He concentrated for a few more minutes, but soon he had to admit defeat. He did all he could. The damage was too severe, and although he had managed to heal most of it, he could feel in the vibrations that the healing was not complete – would never be complete.

love isn’t supposed to leave you bleeding. He said he’d fix me. Mend my broken heart. That he’d prove I was worth something. Is this what mending looks like? Because if it is, then maybe I was never meant to be whole in the first place. A heart can only break so many times before it forgets how to feel. Before it forgets what real love even looks like. That night, I realized something: I didn’t know how to trust anymore. Not him. Not anyone. Not even myself.

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

I saw the silver wrapped around the organ; I could see where the silver had singed the outer parts of the heart. I continued to move forward, numb now to the pain I was facing. I started to unweave the silver that was ensconced around Carson’s heart. I started to see the heart starting to beat a little stronger, and I wondered if Kane was helping me heal Carson. I could not detect Kane, but I prayed that he could do whatever I could not finish.

His gaze fell to my hands and he coolly asked, "Be calm, will you?" How could I? I thought they replaced the heart? How could they get this fucking wrong, still? "Then talk. I don't have time for the stupid suspense." I said, sitting up even more. He sighed, "This current heart is having some issues too. They saw a small hole in the hospital I work with and two hospitals as well. The hole is growing. Needs to be closed. She is devastated. I have watched my girl over these last few years struggle to live a normal life. In the first year after her surgery, she barely stayed home. She wanted to do everything she had been deprived of doing whilst still sick.

“I am willing to do any and everything for you. I love you Emma.” She looked shook, taken aback and confused on what to say. “Wow. That is a lot to unpack, but you do know it takes more than an open confession to heal the wounds my heart has carried. I had to heal the hard way, I’m not ready to open my self up. I don’t want to let my hair down yet.” I nodded, I understood her and I wasn’t even judging. “I don’t expect you to jump in all willingly, I have been terrible and I know that. I am ready to take it slow.”

I close my eyes, focusing the ancient power in my veins into stitching flesh and bone. The surrounding noises fade as I delve deeper, sensing the torn veins and organs beneath my palms. Mending them proves slow, agonizing work but at last, the tide of hot blood slows, then stops. Gradually other sounds intrude - anxious whines and whimpers from the watching pack, Adam's voice raised and arms wrapped around me as he urges me to stop before the effort kills me. I ignore them all, pouring everything I have left into healing this wound, saving this life - the one thing I can do to make right the losses we suffered this night.