Poison Eating Healer Season 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"He's dying every second the poison remains in his chest..." "There is a healer at the east boarder of Gold Land. He's the one who made the poison. He will have the cure." She screamed out the words, desperate to save her son. The amount of relief I felt when she mentioned a healer that can have a cure was unimaginable. But I didn't let it show. "A healer? Is that so? That's good to know. Now I'll have to make sure that I find that healer and skin him alive myself." Sity's eyes widened when she realized her mistake.

She gave me the look I she seen far too many times already “No,” I said immediately. “No.” “She was poisoned,” she said quietly. My heart slammed violently in my chest“What kind?” “What kind?!” I roared. “Wolfsbane and Nightshade” she admitted. The two most dangerous poisons to a wolf “And it’s already gotten to her heart” the healer did solemnly “Then get it out!” “I’m trying!” My hands clenched into fists. This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening, not like this.

I ask healer now impatient. The healer looks at the bowl for few seconds then up at me and, "He is in pain because his body is burning from the inside. And that's because he has been poisoned." "What? What do mean he is poisoned? What did he ate this morning?" Father asks now angry. "He is poisoned but this poison doesn't kills the person immediatelly but it makes him weak enough. If not treated immediately he will die. This herb from where the poison came is very dangerous, it will make him vomit and he won't be able to eat much. The coming days are going to be tough but we have to be patient. I will go get some medicine. Till then put cold cloths to his face and get him rid of the clothes,

So we compromised, and strolled right inside but politely asked the first person we saw for the chief healer. The chief healer was quick to send us to the healers assigned to deal with the poisoned food, led by Healer Esmeralda. The healer made her report. “There was barely a drop of poison in your sandwiches, Alphas. Even if you'd eaten the whole thing, the worst you'd suffer is a stomachache. Perhaps some dizziness.” “What?” Lucian breathed. “She had to know that wouldn't be enough.” “Maybe it was a prank,” I suggested.

"Then what are you? " His lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. "Complicated." "That's one word for it," I muttered, kneeling beside the bed. "This is going to sting like a bitch." "Such language from a proper village healer," he teased, though his smirk faltered when I pressed the poultice to the first wound. "Fuck!" "I warned you." I tried to be gentle, but the wounds were deep, and the poison had left the surrounding skin inflamed and tender. "So, are you going to tell me what happened? What kind of wolves use poison?"

"But afterward, we need to talk about the warehouse. About exactly what these hunters are planning." She didn't wait for his response, already running toward the emergency bay. Her wolf stirred restlessly, sensing the weight of what was coming. The ambulance sirens grew closer, and with them, a scent that made her blood run cold. Under the chemical burn of poison, she caught something familiar. The hunters hadn't just copied her old pack's healing herbs. They'd weaponized them. They'd been watching her all along.

“Yes. And whoever did it didn’t mean to scare you, Iris. They meant to kill you.” My heart stuttered painfully, and I swallowed. I didn’t need him to tell me that. I had already felt it in the fire burning through my veins, in the way my body had reacted. The healer stepped from my other side, holding a small cup. “You need to drink this. It will help flush out the remaining of the poison.” My stomach twisted at the thought of swallowing anything, but Rowan collected the cup from the healer, opting to feed it to me himself. “Drink,” he said softly.

His eyes rolled back, mouth twitching as foam gathered at the corner of his lips. “Help!” I screamed. “Somebody help us!” Figures appeared from nowhere, but their faces were all smeared… no one was helping… “He’s poisoned,” A healer said flatly, after observing him. “No, no he can’t be—” “Step away, girl,” another voice snapped, but I didn’t know who said it. Everything moved in waves… him being carried, my feet dragging, screams that didn’t sound like mine, and someone grabbing me to pull me back.

His voice, though quiet, was razor-sharp, laced with the kind of danger that made even his most trusted followers hesitate. Dorian stood a little straighter, though the unease in his gaze was clear. "The nurse we sent—our spy—has reported back. She discovered a werewolf in the region with healing abilities. A healer wolf." For a moment, the silence in the room was suffocating. Valen stared at Dorian, his face unreadable, but the tension in the air was palpable. Slowly, Valen leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he considered the information.

“Welcome, my alphas. What may I do for the both of you today?” “The General Alpha, he said that we had our wolves. Is that true?” She nodded, then gestured for us to take a seat. We then sat down as she made a few herbs and poured it into two calabash, giving it to us to drink. “If this is poison, know that you’ll be dead within a couple of seconds.” The healer smiled. “If I wanted to poison you, giving you tea would not be the best I can do. I have other ways.”