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But the moment his gaze landed on me, the warmth in his eyes vanished completely. He pulled me aside, reprimanding me in a lowered voice. "What's wrong with you? How dare you offend Ms. Crater? Apologize to her immediately! No matter what, you must first calm the patient's family!" I stared at him coldly, feeling the absurdity of it all. My cheek still burned from the slap. "I'm not in the wrong. Why should I apologize?" "For the hospital's reputation!" Hendrick's voice rose sharply before quickly lowering again as if he was aware of being overheard. "Ms. Crater is a major donor to our hospital funds! Offending her does you no good at all!"

I had to know two major things from her. With a finger to her cheek, her gaze pierced into my soul, "The bond will be restored once the destruction magic is eradicated. Spell leaves invisible residues. Healers are whitelighters that can remove the bad and reinstate the good. Therefore healers can repel dark energy. Look....."

Clearly wanting to kill this conversation in it’s tracks. The Healer was giving him a speculative study. “Is that so?” Fury’s lips turned down. “Though I’m happy to see you, Pop and glad to meet the rest. I would have a moment to tend my mate.” “Let her help.” Fury nodded to Rebekah. “She is the best of all Healers.” Rebekah cast him a raised-brow look. He cleared his throat and looked away. “For those I’ve seen thus far. Not a hard competition of course.”

“I’ll prove I’m not my father’s daughter.” Thoran’s smile was cruel. “And how will you do that? You have nothing to offer us. No wolf nor strength.” My jaw clenched, but before I could respond, a sharp gust of wind tore through the courtyard. The air shimmered strangely, the lights flickering as shadows rippled across the ground. Every head turned. It was the healer. But he didn’t look the same. His eyes glowed blood-red just like earlier, and his movements were unnatural. His staff clattered to the ground as he lifted a shaking hand toward the sky.

I quickly wrapped my arm around his body. "What happened? Is your Redo attacking?" I asked him. "No. It seems that the wound I got during my fight against Sikriya has not completely healed yet." He answered. I helped him to sit on the floor before I lifted the hem of his t-shirt. He was right, the edge of the wound that had barely healed above the skin was red. It's obvious that it's not good inside. Not surprisingly, Jevro's body was hit by magic so his body will take a long time to heal. Luckily, Allyssa checks on him every day.

I have to talk about my past once again to get people to know me and everyone is always fascinated by a healer. By the end of the day, I'll be known by everyone and that's worse because I'll only know by the end of the day if it's a bad or good thing. Will the boys want me for my looks? My body or because I'm a healer? Will the girls hate me because of the attention I'll get from the boys? I will only know later. Healers are extremely beautiful creatures because everyone likes to look at a beautiful specimen to feel at ease or whatever. Healers can also be known as sorcerers. We prefer the term healers because we use our powers to heal ailments and to bring peace in the pack upon the alphas

he starts to say. Sam, Jack, and I stand a little taller tensing up as we hear the words trickle from the doctor’s mouth. “What do you mean?” I ask him. “Only that the healer is a red head and to be cautious around her,” he replies. “Why?” I ask him. I needed to know what was being said about the healer. “Because she’s using black magic to heal people. You can’t trust her,” he replies like he actually believes what he is saying.

She suggested. “My wolf is unconscious right now. And I don't think your blood can heal me. I am an Alpha and it would take some time for me to heal myself, what can an Omega blood do?” He looked at her after the words left his mouth. He didn't mean it that way and then Lily saw it in his eyes. “I...” “I know what you mean but I am a Healer, I can heal you.” She bites her palm with her fangs and then hovers it atop his injury. Caleb couldn't stop her as her blood had begun to on his injury.

He was still hyper and sharp, but a little more calmer than before. “You’ve changed,” I said quietly my tone soft. “So have you,” she shot back instantly, eyes flicking to my chest like she could see straight through me. I stiffened. She noticed. Rhea leaned back on her palms. “Okay. But before we get to… whatever that was, you’re not dodging my questions. Start talking.” I sighed. “You first. Healer program. What did they do to you? Give me the full gists..” Rhea left for a healers program a few months ago to pursue her ambition of becoming full on healer of the pack.

Something that didn’t fit the natural order. By the morning of the third day there was nothing left to explain away. The healer came again. For what felt like the tenth time. He carried dried herbs, salves, powders, and the kind of tools you can find in a temporary camp, but that can never replace the knowledge and equipment waiting at home, in the Red Moon pack. He checked her pulse. Then her pupils. He ran a hand over her forehead, her throat, her wrist. He lingered at her shoulder where the old wound had been, as if he couldn’t believe there was almost no trace left. Then he went quiet for a long time.