Novel & Cerita K Healing

I'm his nurse, the one who'll take care of him forever. END

He said cutting me off. The funny thing is, I'm a healer. But Healers can't heal themselves but we heal faster that others. Kayden lead me inside the pack house and into the other healers clinic. The old woman great me with pleasure. She's one of the two Healers residing here in SilverMoon pack. Kayden patiently waiting until Imelda finished her work and excused herself. "You need to be ready anytime Adellee. You never turn your back into your enemy." He said.

I couldn’t command him to live. That was the thought that kept circling through my mind as I sat beside Kael’s bed, watching his chest rise and fall in shallow, irregular breaths. Power meant nothing here. Dominance couldn’t stop poison. Authority couldn’t heal wounds. The medical wing was quiet now. Most of the injured had been stabilized or moved. But Kael remained critical. The healer, her name was Mira, worked tirelessly. Changing poultices. Adjusting herbs. Monitoring his breathing.

Karma's POV I used to think healing was something that happened in hospitals, a wound closed, or fever broke, a heartbeat steadied. Simple. Clinical. Measurable. Then Noah Adler not only walked into my life but chose to be a part of my life and I realized healing could also look like a man waiting outside your hospital at six in the evening because he knew you'd forgotten to eat lunch. It could look like someone remembering how you took your coffee. Or sending a message that simply read:

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His hands trembled slightly where they held my wrist. The cold helped. I sagged against the counter, letting the water run over burned skin while Kael stood too close, his body a solid wall at my back. "It's strange how you can heal others but not yourself," he murmured, voice tight. "Healing works better on pack bonds." I kept my tone light despite my hammering pulse. "My own injuries don't respond the same way." "That's inconvenient." "Very." Arie moved around us, retrieving the second cake pan with practiced ease. She set both on cooling racks, then grabbed the first aid kit from the cupboard without needing to be asked.

Alexandria growled. “Hmmm, don’t bite me. I’m not tasty,” he said loudly, making me gasp in surprise. “How did you hear her?” I asked, defensive. “I am no ordinary Alpha; I am THE Alpha. I can connect with wolves and hear them—like a mind link,” he said, puffing out his chest with pride. Ugh! Arrogant bastard. “Do not listen to my wolf without my consent, you brrrute,” I said sharply. Instead, he started laughing.

At least Kal and I have friendly Alphas and Lunas to lend us a hand—or this time, lend us their smiles. The pregnant Healer entered the room and was now with another Healer, this one I’m familiar with being in the Moonflame Pack. “For the Alpha King. He barely had breakfast.” She gestured to a bowl of stew, which I had never seen or smelled before. “What is it?” “Ah, that food the Healers make for me every time I can barely move my bones,” Helga shared. “It’s a specialty made by the Healers along with their edible potions.”

Their own way of releasing. Kael trained the fighters. Teaching them to identify shadow creatures. How to protect healers working on anchors. "Your job isn't to be heroes. It's to buy time. Create space. Let the healers work." He demonstrated defensive stances. Coordinated movements. "Work in pairs. Watch each other's backs." Baby guardian surprised us all. During one healing session, she reached out to a volunteer. Touched his forehead with tiny hand. Light flowed into him. Not all her light. Just a spark. A seed.