How To Live As An Unlicensed Healer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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.

"Prepare the primary examination room at once. We will treat him immediately." The healer blinked in surprise. "But the legal protocols—" Seraphina smiled kindly, her silver eyes glowing with gentle determination. "Pain does not recognize geopolitical borders, nor does it care about pack politics. If someone comes to our gates in need of healing... they will receive it." ### The Alpha's Gesture Half an hour later, Killian arrived at the Healing Wing, his massive frame instantly commanding the room, though his arms held nothing more dangerous than a heavy basket filled with fresh, sweet orchard fruit.

The air turned thick with the stench of blood and fear, a cacophony of screams, cries, and the frantic orders of the healers. I pushed myself to sit up. "I have to help." "Are you insane?" Billy pressed me back down by my shoulders. "You can't even stand!" "I'm a healer," I said, shoving his hand away. "They need me." I staggered out of the room, and the scene in the hallway stole my breath. The floors were slick with blood. Bodies lay on stretchers, mangled beyond recognition—seasoned warriors and young pups alike. "Luna!" a young healer cried, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and desperation. "Moon Goddess, you're awake! We need a Life Weaver. Now!"

I heard her sighed as she approached me. I flinched. “Okay... if it makes you uncomfortable, I won't insist on hearing an answer...” she trailed off, probably sensing the fear radiating off my body. “I am Karheel. I came from Hinua coven before I was kicked out from my own kin. I specialized in healing. Now, I want you to know that I won't hurt you, okay? I am only going to heal you. You can leave my house once you are fully healed, but you can choose to stay if you want to.”

I said, cutting him off, “it becomes law. I am Luna and sole heir to this pack. You answer to me. Do it now.” There was a silence like a held breath. Then the healer moved. The rest of the afternoon passed with signing and putting it all in place. The healer looked up at me when everything was done and nodded. Relief was a thin, bright line across his face. I saw it, and it did something to me. Not joy. Not yet. Lunex hummed sadly in my mind. Many have suffered, she murmured. But we will set it right. It was time to stop running.

I had turned for the first time last night. The door opened, revealing the burly guard accompanied by some ladies, all dressed in black overalls. They were around five in number. They walked into the room carrying some boxes. “We are the pack healers. We were sent by the alpha,” the one who seemed to be the leader said. “I am Chelsea,” I said, extending my hand. “Cira,” she said, giving me a firm handshake. The rest gave her a queer look, like she had just committed a sacrilege. She opened one of the boxes and produced some red herbs.

A tiny innocent life growing inside me. A life that hadn’t even entered the world yet. My hand moved instinctively toward my stomach. The movement surprised me. The healer noticed. Her smile softened immediately. “You’ll be okay.” I looked at her. Will we? The question stayed trapped inside my head. Because nothing felt okay anymore. Not completely. The healer continued talking. Explaining timelines. Giving instructions. Telling me what to avoid. I heard almost none of it. Because my thoughts kept circling one thing. Kharl.

“The story isn’t theirs anymore. It’s ours.” They stood in quiet woods, not with weapons ready, but a bowl of light, to face the coming storm, not as monsters, but as healers. The first chapter of their new story would be written not in a journal, but in the earth itself.

"What can I do that you can't?" "For starters, there are your visions." She gestured vaguely toward my head. "I've never had that gift. Few healers do. But it's rare enough to be legend rather than fact and you my dear happen to be in that minority." I stared down at my hands, half-expecting them to look different somehow. They were just hands—the same hands that had failed to save myself and my daughter from that horrible fate. "So how do I... unshield myself?" The healer lifted the moon rock from its nest and held it out to me. It pulsed cold against my palm as I took it, the weight of it seeming to increase with each heartbeat.

What was done was done, and I could only press forward. I was in the werewolf realm, being protected by Jake’s pack, whom I still wanted to help in return. I didn’t have many skills, even fewer that I felt confident about after the poison attempt. Medicine had always been something I took a natural liking too. I was sure I’d be able to help in this. “I understand some people may not react positively to me, but I am willing to help regardless,” I said. “I want to become a Healer, to help support myself and my child. I know the first step of that journey starts here.”