Novelas y relatos de Kenapa Bekas Luka Susah Hilang

Lena’s scars healed wrong. The cuts where she’d removed the marks left raised tissue. Thick. Angry red. They covered her shoulders and arms like a map of pain. She hated looking at them. “They’ll fade,” Mother Elara said, applying salve for the hundredth time. “Give it a year. Maybe two.” “Will they disappear?” “No. But they’ll be less noticeable.” Less noticeable wasn’t the same as gone. Lena started wearing long sleeves even in summer. Avoided the training yard where people could see. Stayed in her room more than she should.

But I was still having trouble seeing the wounds marring her perfect skin. “There’s definitely a lasting effect from the wolfsbane that got into your system,” Rebekah said with a disapproving tut. “But there doesn’t seem to be any signs of infection. The butterfly bandages seemed to work well enough that I don’t think I’ll have to put any stitches in at this point. Although, you should keep them on until tomorrow at least. You’re still healing faster than a human, so I don’t think they will scar.” She was cleaning and re-bandaging her leg as she spoke, but instead of wrapping it again, she taped one large gauzy pad over it.

Besides, she could not get adequate medical attention because she was a wanted criminal… so she must have no option but to hide till her deep injuries heal up. And judging by what I saw that day, those injuries would take several months to heal enough to get her back to normal with medical treatment. Even after healing, there would be horrible scars left that can only be removed by cosmetic surgery. Imagine how many months it would take for her grave injuries to heal without medical attention and at a high risk of bacterial infection.

Gerald smacked his chest in warning. Jadie frowned and rested her forehead on Lincoln’s shoulder once he managed to sit up. “I’m fine. I heal quickly, anyways. See?” He motioned towards the mark that was almost completely gone. Kristine gasped at the sight of the scars that covered his back. “Is that from…” She trailed off. Everyone already knew what she meant. Lincoln sighed and nodded, pulling Jadie into his lap and burying his face in her neck. “They will never go away. They used silver on me, and you never fully heal from it.” He ran his hand up and down her arms, enjoying her scent that engulfed him.

A soft glowing crescent moon at the upper right of my back. My heart skipped. I didn’t have that before. I knew I didn’t. What… what was this? I turned fully toward the mirror and slowly lowered my gaze. My fingers touched my stomach, searching. Then I looked at the mirror again. The wound. Lydia’s stab – the one I thought would never truly heal or take a year to heal– it was gone. Completely closed. Skin flawless. How? My wounds never healed that fast. I’m wolfless. Healing doesn’t come easy.

"Less talking, more dodging." I ducked when he threw his knife next. "A bit slow there." "Have you gone mad?! I told you. My leg still hurts." "And that's the problem. Your healing process is taking too long. Your skin is spotless but your bone is still struggling to keep up. There was no wolfsbane in that trap, Ciara. It was rigged to explode. That would be a waste of resources for those hunters." Now that he mentioned it, that made sense. But...if that was the case, then why wasn't I healing properly?

It had answered it. By the time they brought him from the chamber, the violence of the backlash had passed. The wound over his heart no longer smoked or spread; it had settled into a fixed, livid mark — dark, jagged, unmistakable. Whatever had been done to him had finished carving itself into flesh, leaving behind damage that would not fade or heal cleanly.

I questioned, dread settling like a stone in my stomach. Liam lifted the makeshift bandage from my side gently. "The wound—it isn't healing. The edges are... blackened, almost burnt." I tried to lift my head to see, but the effort was too much. "Why isn't it healing?" I whispered. "We're not sure," Liam admitted. "But we think the blade was poisoned—or worse." "Poisoned?" I felt Havoc recoil at the thought.

I was sweating like crazy, especially on my back where the deep wounds had been. "It's so itchy...oh God..." I groaned. I thought it was the scabs healing. But wasn't it too soon for that? The wounds were deep. Yet I couldn't feel the pain anymore. That was… weird. I reached for the bandage on my chest and slowly peeled it off. Gone. The wounds were gone. Completely. The claw marks were gone. Just a faint pink trace, like a shadow. That was it. "What the...?" I panicked, jumping out of bed, turning on the light, and running to the mirror.

I replied as I started to pace the room. “On what?” he asked. “Can a werewolf heal from a wound caused by a silver blade?” I asked. “Not really,” he replied. I stopped, turned, and looked at him. “What do you mean by that?” I asked with a frown. “Depending on the place they are injured, it might take a few days to heal, but it would leave a scar.” He replied. “Their eye.” I stated excitedly. Lucas looked at me, confused.