Is Furina A Healer Novels & Stories

"Actually, she had a very good chance of survival. Unfortunately, the lead healer, Cora, made a critical misjudgment, which led to..." Her words were like a spark in a powder keg. The fury of every wolf ignited. "Where is Cora? Why won't she show her face?" "She's a quack who played with the Luna's life! We want answers!" The pack was enraged, howling for my blood. I sat in my wheelchair, watching her twist the truth. In the chaos, a wolf guard's eyes locked onto my ID badge. He read it out, word by word. "Top Healer, Cora!"

His silver-white fur shimmered under the moon's glow as he bared his sharp fangs, his eyes burning with determination. Beside Tigreal, Seraphine exuded an ethereal beauty and grace. Her pristine white and brown fur contrasted with streaks of silver, and her piercing blue eyes shimmered with a mix of confidence and determination. She moved with the agility and precision of a predator, her fangs glistening as she engaged her foes. Xirza, known for his strategic mind and cunning, fought alongside Tigreal. His pure white fur blended with the skies, and his amber eyes gleamed with mischief. He danced around his enemies, his movements swift and calculated, orchestrating the battlefield with tactic

Her auburn hair fell over her shoulders like silk, and her hazel eyes were bright with a sharp, quiet intelligence. "Luna Runa," I said, my lips pulling into a natural smile. I reached out, and she gathered both of my hands in hers, giving them a warm, firm squeeze. "Miss Kaia," she said again, her voice like a soothing song. "Are you feeling stronger?" I nodded, feeling a surge of genuine relief. "I am. Your healers are incredible. Thank you for everything." She looked pleased, a small smile touching her lips. "We take great pride in our craft. We are the only pack with true healer bloodlines. We’ve spent many lifetimes perfecting our ways."

"Now stop this foolishness and accept that you belong here. This is your new family." I glare at him, shaking my head furiously. "Don't fight me, little girl," he warns. "The last thing we need is another problem." "Then leave me alone!" I yell. "I don't belong here! Leave me alone!" His eyes narrow menacingly before turning back to normal. "Never! I'll never give up on you," he whispers. "You're too valuable for me to let you go. Having a healer gives us an advantage over the other packs. We can heal our injuries faster than they can theirs."

She quickly veered off into another topic. The warriors and all healers sent back to Gracia's with Basil , but a few chose to stay as allies, Except for one healer named Beth, who has a healing gift and is the same age as Rina. She’s eager to learn from Silvermoon—and me too. Gracia was more than happy to let her stay. Beth is quiet, has steady hands, and a gentle voice. Rina took to her right away. “You’re going to be my best friend,” Rina declared on Beth’s first day.

I watched as Cumina stitched up her wounds. Cumina is a respected healer in our pack. She has long brown hair, usually pulled into a bun; she is short with a slim frame, her eyes are deep brown. Her mate is one of my brother's most trusted sentinels and he is usually called upon for priority missions. Cumina looked at me. “I’ve done what I can. I’ve healed or at least repaired the damage to her internal organs, and I’ve stitched up the deeper wounds. You can help me clean and bandage her back.” She sighed. I walked over to the bed to help her. "I need you to lift her up so I can get to her back. Careful though.”

Healer Farah steps forward now, bowing like Healer Sarina had, before she speaks, “There were a few nights where she went out in search of a rare flower for the antidote. While in the forest, she—” “We ran into intruders who attacked,” a new voice says. Turning, I find Laxus walking toward me. “It’s good to see you awake,” he says and bows when he stops in front of me. I nod. “Did they hurt her?” I ask, looking at my mate again. I didn’t see any injuries before, but I could have missed them. “No. We made sure she was protected, but we were attacked. Luna Fiona seems like a strong woman, however, facing an attack can scare anyone,” he explains.

Despite my pain, my breath catches as I feel all that dark energy brush against my skin almost as if it’s taken physical form. “Damien!” Fera’s roar has Damien retracting the dark energy and he gives her a sulky look. They’re both ignoring me at this point as Fera snaps, “I’m not going to harm her and you know it.” The pain is worsening by the second but I breathe past it, flinching when Feara touches me, “J-Just who are you supposed to be?” “I’m-” Fera exchanges a look with Damien before continuing, her voice strange, “the one who’s been looking after you. I’m a healer.”

“Furina, I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s going to be dangerous. Luca’s team is highly trained for this kind of thing. You’re not.” “I don’t care,” Furina shot back, her eyes blazing with determination. “I can’t just sit here and wait. I have to be there, Harrod. I have to help.” Harrod sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I get it, I really do. But you being there could make things more complicated. If something goes wrong—” “I won’t get in the way,” Furina interrupted, her voice shaking slightly. “I’ll do whatever Luca tells me to do. But I can’t just wait around and hope for the best. Diluc wouldn’t leave me behind if the roles were reversed. He would fight for me.”

Lucia's POV The Queen didn't so much as blink at the frost coming off him. "I only came to look in on you," she said, all warmth. "I heard it was this lovely girl who put you back together, and I thought, since she's so gifted, she might spare a little of that gift for your brother." "She is my personal Healer." Marcus's hand stayed firm at my back. "Not a favor to be lent out." Most people would have flinched. The Queen only smiled wider, as if his rudeness were a charming habit she'd long since forgiven.