Prison Healer Series Novels & Stories

The darkness was thick into the night. The first time I’ve ever walked into the healing quarters. Slaves are always treated at the treatment camps for slaves and medications are administered there for the five years spent in White Peak Mountain Pack it has never occurred, a slave being treated here. But if there was anybody to break the rule then definitely Sheila is the perfect example. “You say you can watch her?” The supreme healer voice broke me out of my little world of thoughts and resting my knee to the floor with my head bowed I nodded gracefully.

Maybe sitting wasn’t the worst idea. The healer started checking the cut again while everyone else continued talking. Mostly about security. The attack. The prisoner. Things I wasn’t particularly interested in right now. I wanted answers. Specifically from the idiot who stabbed me. “How long until he wakes up?” I asked. The warrior shifted slightly. “We don’t know.” That wasn’t the answer I wanted. At all. The healer finished and started packing his supplies. Corbin immediately looked relieved. Like the fact I wasn’t actively bleeding anymore somehow fixed everything.

In their eyes, I had become the perfect outlet for everything they’d lost. Sob... Sob... "L-Luna Victoria, please hang on..." the healer whispered, her voice so faint that the guards stationed outside the dungeon cell could barely make it out. Still, they frowned. Though they were clearly displeased by the healer’s plea, none dared to voice their discontent. In the pack, a healer held a status nearly equal to that of an elder their rare ability to heal with magic made them as revered as saints. Only someone like Beta Marcus, emboldened by his authority and arrogance, dared to flaunt dominance in front of a healer. The others knew better. All they could do was grit their teeth and pretend the

We both sat on the folded-up cots on each side of her bed. "Ah, I see my dependable beta and gamma have been doing their job guarding the prisoner and keeping their Alpha safe." he stated, walking into the room. Kelp started to say something, and I just shook my head at him to let it go. "So, our little attempted murderer looks to be healing without any problems."

I looked at him, confused. "He's hurt. He needs medical assistance." I insisted, gesturing at him. "He's right. The prisoner is just unconscious." George replied, crouching down on one knee next to the prisoner. "Bringing in a healer here is going to attract unnecessary attention to our new prisoner. People are going to wonder why we chose to pay so much attention to someone we just recently arrested." "That's what you all are worried about? Not his life?" I asked incredulously. "I could clean out his mouth if that's what's worrying you," Leonard offered.

The healer said, but the guards didn't move. "You can lock me inside the dungeon with her, this way she won't escape, now unbind her, please." The healer said, one of the guard tipped his head at the other two. They undid her chains as she was falling forward but one of them grabbed her arm and eased her fall, letting her lay on the dirty floor. The three of them stepped outside as they locked the door and waited for the healer to get done with her work which was to simply keep the omega girl alive.

Each cell has a waste bucket, but none are covered or look to have been emptied in quite some time. When we enter, all the prisoners begin to visibly shake, fear taking over. “Everyone, we are not here to hurt you. We are here to take you to safety. I am the new alpha, Tyson Evans and these are my warriors. My medical teams are standing by to heal your wounds. I promise, no more harm will come to you.”

"Tomorrow night. She'll send a distraction first—something to draw your attention away from the real threat. And while you're fighting her decoys..." "The traitor makes their move," I finished. Finn nodded. "They're going to drug you or trap you or find some way to make you helpless. Then they'll hand you over to her." "Both of us?" Kael asked. "No." Finn's voice dropped to a whisper. "Just you. The plan is to kill the healer first, make you watch, break your spirit completely. Then take you to the lady while you're too destroyed to fight back." The cell fell into suffocating silence.

His corruption had developed from mere sociopathy to something that fed on pain as healthy alphas drew strength from protecting their packs. "Take me to the prisoners," he ordered through crystals that connected to dungeon levels where exceptional prisoners had been held for just such an emergency of crisis when conventional leverage had proven insufficient in the pursuit to achieve strategic objectives. Chamber doors opened for entry by guards who brought in three people whose presence would be psychological weapons against enemy adversaries who had so far proven resistant to normal military pressure. The first prisoner came in wearing the torn robes of a healer who, in her only crime, had

"He'll find another healer. What I am sure of is getting this girl off the board. She is an anomaly. I don't like playing with people who I don't know or understand. Just do the things I ask of you and you will continue to be by my side, Amity. The winning side." Amity nodded. "Of course." Now I thought about my plan. Dimitri had joyfully mentioned that Hector wasn't having an adverse reaction to the healing. I knew what he meant by that. Previous healers had to go through the same examination. It never worked out because Hector always got violent reactions to their gifts. If Hector were to suddenly gain another reaction then the new healer would be another failure. "Are there any other pris