Novel & Cerita How To Live As An Unlicensed Healer Chapter 1

“Listen to me. You have medical skills. More than some of the apprentices here. You can see sickness in people’s bodies, remember? That’s a real gift. Do you realize what that means? That’s not caregiver work, Lena. That’s Healer work.” Her words make something stir in me, faint and trembling. A hope I don’t dare hold onto because there’s no point to. I don’t belong in this world anymore. And maybe… I never did. “Maya, I don’t have a license. I never finished. Damon… made me give up studying when I got pregnant, remember? He said it was too much for me.”

Mira watches me carefully, as if sensing that this lesson will dig deeper than muscle and reflex. “You’ve asked about rogues before,” I begin, stirring slowly. “What it means to live without a pack. Most think we’re all mad. Ferals. Traitors. But that’s not the truth. Not the whole of it.” She leans in slightly. “Then what is?” “We were healers once. Long ago, before the Council decided who was allowed to teach, who was allowed to know. There were packs… ancient ones… who believed healing was sacred. Passed down through bloodlines, not ranks.”

“I am the name they buried. The piece they denied. I am what happens when power is feared instead of understood.” I looked into my daughter’s face and saw myself. I had always thought healing was about removal. But maybe it was about return. “I’m not here to fight you,” I said. “I’m here to learn you.” Zivana blinked through Lila’s eyes. “Then let’s begin.” That night, Lila's body burned with silver heat, her skin etched in runes none of us recognized. When I touched her forehead, the fire leapt into me. I didn’t scream. I remembered.

Kai mumbled, lingering on the page. “I had no idea that there were this many abilities amongst our kind. Why don’t they teach this in school?” Maleigha questioned. Kai shrugged, shaking his head softly as he flipped to the next page. Healers: A wolf with the ability to heal the sick and injured. This ability is incredibly rare. Most healers remain hidden, as they are sought out by other packs. It appears that healers use a small amount of their life force to heal someone who is sick or injured. It has been observed that healing another individual is draining on the subject and oftentimes, they pass out from exhaustion after utilizing their ability. No healer has successfully brought someone

She smiles at me and shakes her head. “For my liver no, but a minor cut will teach you the basics without any really harm done to you. Now remember what I said tell no one about your gifts. Healers like us have been captured and tortured until we have gone mad forcing us to heal until we can no longer take our last breath. So always choose wisely about who use heal. Make sure no one sees you do it.” She stares me down once more. Her hand clenched into a fist as I wipe the excess blood away. The wound has healed on her own. She’s right it is just a minor cut.

That was not sustainable, what if something happened to the healer? “Well, there’s Heather’s dad who’s the current town healer. Heather’s been trying to study but her father doesn’t want her getting mixed up too much with the other packs as a healer. He’d rather have her do the administration and reception work.” Rose gave Jules a warning look. She was talking far to freely to these guys and it was giving her all sorts of warning signs that something wasn’t right.

There it is, as the light grows until the darkness disappears. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the ground. The glassy eyes of Armaloth were staring at me. When he saw I opened mine, his face froze for a few moments, then he bent down hiding his head in my hair and said in a low voice, "You are alive, you are alive." His anguish was undeniable. When I looked around, I saw onlookers standing silently, wide-eyed. To not keep them waiting any longer, I whispered into Armaloth's ear to help me get up. Although my body had been beaten, I didn't feel pain. In fact, the strength I felt inside was growing by the second.

𝕰𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖚𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖚𝖎 𝖛𝖔𝖓𝖟 𝖓𝖚𝖐𝖊. "The past is the past. The future is the future. The Present is who I am now." ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Prologue| Monstrosity, And Lunacy For Eternity TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains strong violence, blood, cutting off limbs, and loss of loved ones, which may not be suitable for some readers. Discretion is advised and stay safe. Otherwise, enjoy reading.

The head Healer turned, panic clear on his face. “This is beyond our medicine. Alaric must be taken to the academy, because he has entered the final mutation phase!” he said. My knees felt weak when I heard that. “There is no solution for the Sword Bearer. He will fully turn into a monster!” the Head Healer continued. “Then what will you do to him?” I asked in fear. The Head Healer took a deep breath, as if it was difficult to say. Suddenly, he pulled out a short silver dagger tucked into his belt.

‎ ‎Kaelen raised a hand for silence. ‎ ‎"A pack is not built on crowns," he said, his voice carrying without a microphone. "It is built on people." ‎ ‎He motioned to the side. ‎ ‎Rhea stepped forward. She wore a white robe with a green sash. ‎ ‎"Rhea," Kaelen said. "Step forward." ‎ ‎Rhea limped up the stairs, looking terrified but proud. ‎ ‎"I name you Head Healer of the Silver Sun," Kaelen announced. "You will build a hospital that serves all, Pack, Rogue, and Human. No one will ever be turned away."