How To Live As An Unlicensed Healer Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

They were Kin. "It’s not over, Eryx," I whispered, looking at Hope and Leo, who were watching the global light fade into a natural, beautiful dusk. "We’ve woken the world. Now we have to Teach it how to Live." I looked at my hands. The ink was gone. The silver was gone. There was only the Marrow. "The 183rd Chapter is the end of the Rebellion," I declared, my violet-silver eyes locking onto the future. "But it's the First Chapter of the Pack of the World."

“You really think you can raise a little monster in here? Please. You’ll melt the first time it smiles.” I don’t answer. I just stare at the tent flap, watching the firelight flicker against it. I can hear the men outside talking about hunting routes, hear the clatter of metal, smell the faint trace of blood and smoke. It should make me feel safe, but it doesn’t. Nothing does. The healer moves closer, checking my pulse again. “You’re strong,” she says quietly. “But strength isn’t always resistance, child. Sometimes it’s surrendering to what you can’t control.”

Sera said, glancing back at me, “is where you’ll begin.” I blinked. “Begin?” “Yes,” she replied simply. “Before you touch anything else, before you attempt any form of healing, you need to understand the basics. Herbs, their properties, their combinations, their risks so that you won't accidentally kill someone from the wrong mix of herbs. After this, you'll take an exam to officially induct you and then choose your desired specialty. Everyone who wants to become a healer must pass through this stage first. Think of it as going to school and choosing your major.”

As soon as it opens, he shoves me inside, "What the fuck, Lunanci? You can't go around saying you're a fucking healer." "But I am," I fight and push the button for our floor, "Or, at least I want to find out if I really am." "Well, don't. Healers aren't an everyday thing, dude, they're like... like, not common at all. You'll attract unwanted attention to yourself," he spits rudely and shakes his head, "Don't talk to people without me present, okay? You're going to get yourself killed faster." "Okay, Sir," I reply sarcastically and step out of the elevator when the doors open again, "I was just making conversation."

I will make sure that there is no lycan meat on her plate, no matter how much she craves it! "The outcast is here! Kill here too!" One of the healers shouted as soon as they recognized me. Well, who would not recognize me because I am the only healer that was kicked out of our territory—the only one disgraceful in their eyes. "Bitches! I'll kill you all!" I yelled back. I was getting close to the barrier, and since it would break anyway, I punched the barrier, causing it to shatter, which caused the healer to be surprised. I take this chance to kill as much as I can. I pierced the pole at the neck of the nearest healer I could reach and snatched the spear it was holding.

“You’re my daughter, and I’ve failed you. But I want to make it right.” I didn’t even know what to say. Was this a joke? “I’ve found someone who can help,” he said, coming closer. “A healer. From the Northern Pack. Specializes in cases like yours—wolves who haven’t shifted yet.” My heart started doing gymnastics. “A healer?” “He’s helped others. Late bloomers. Wolves like you who just needed…a little push.” His hand hovered near my shoulder, but he didn’t touch me. “You’ll see her tonight.”

Rhea left for a healers program a few months ago to pursue her ambition of becoming full on healer of the pack. Her face lit up as she heard my question, despite herself. “Gods, where do I even start?” She tucked one leg under herself. “It was brutal. We had dawn meditations, anatomy drills and even energy circulation until your head feels like it’s splitting. They don’t just teach you how to heal bodies… they teach you how to read people.” “Sounds invasive and stressful.” “It is,” she said easily. “You learn how pain hides. How lies sit in the muscles. How fear smells different from guilt.”

“Not even me.” My throat tightened. I looked away before I drowned in the emotions swirling inside me. He waited beside me, quiet and patient. The corridor was silent except for the distant sound of wolves training outside. After a long while, I finally spoke again. “What do I have to do?” I whispered. He inhaled deeply, as if relieved I hadn’t run away. “You need to examine him. Not with our healers’ methods. With yours.” “My methods?” I frowned. “I am a human doctor now, Charles. Human. I left this world. I do not know how to use… whatever he thinks I have.”

I closed the book and pressed my hand against my chest. “I'll find the truth, even if no one believes me.” I made a promise to myself. I laid down to sleep, but my mind couldn't quiet. The Alpha’s painful breath wouldn't stop replaying in my head, along with that root and the face of the healer. I wasn't sure what kind of mess I had stepped into, but there was no turning back. The healer must be hiding something. I mumbled to myself. Will the healer really want the alpha out of the way?

My chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath As I sat up, I realized I had woken up an hour earlier than expected. Today marked the beginning of my new role as a healer at the Blackthorn Pact Medical, a fresh chapter in my life. While a part of me was thrilled at the prospect, I couldn't shake off the feeling that the Blackthorn Pact was a place of darkness, cruelty, brutality and hostility. The memories of the maid's fate still lingered, and I knew I had to focus on my new role if I wanted to stay alive.