Redo Of The Healer Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Heal her at once.” “B…but…” the healer stuttered, looking between Dante and Julian. Julian’s eyes remained glued on Dante, questions swirling just within the surface. “Jul…” “Heal her,” Julian said before the healer could ask. Dante watched their exchange and growled, the urge to rip out their throats strong, and his gaze conveyed that. The healer approached Rhea cautiously, squatting beside her. Rhea didn't move a muscle, her eyes shut as the healer worked. She stiffened when a large palm was placed on her head.

The moment her skin touched Aria’s, a strange sensation spread through her chest—like soft pressure pressing from inside and outside at the same time. “You carry the echo of a broken bond,” the healer murmured. “And it is still bleeding.” Aria inhaled sharply. “Bleeding?” “Wound of the soul,” the healer said. “A physical one could kill you instantly. This one kills slowly.” Erevan stiffened. Aria forced herself to breathe evenly. “Can you fix it?” The healer’s thumbs brushed her cheekbones. “Yes and no.” Erevan’s voice sharpened. “Explain.”

With perfectly steady hands, I performed a rare and extraordinarily difficult wolf spirit restoration—a procedure with an almost impossibly low success rate. The moment I declared the patient healed, the audience erupted in thunderous applause. But I didn't follow convention with a grateful speech and step down. I stood on the stage and swept my gaze calmly across every face in the crowd. "Many of you know I left Shadow Ridge with nothing." "But a true Healer's value was never measured by how many pre-made medicines she had in storage." "My value is here—" I lifted my hands— "and here." I tapped my temple. I stepped aside so the audience could see the large metal rack beside me.

"If you save Sydney Hale, our pack dominion will give you all the resources you want." "I will lead the healing spell myself," Noah says, looking around at the young pack healers. "But I need the most skilled warrior healer to help me inside the sanctuary room." "Pick me, Ms. Rhodes! I mean, Ms. Hale!" Noah Raeken shouts, pushing past everyone. "I am Dr. Noah, and I can save the pup!" "Is he really the best you have?" Lydia asks, looking at him with a mean face. "My sister needs a legendary moon healer."

"I don't know, but it worked." Around us, the entire clearing stood in stunned silence, dozens of pack members staring at the scene in front of them, at the alpha's heir bleeding out one moment and healed nearly whole the next, at the Vale hostage kneeling in the dirt with hands that had apparently just done something none of them had ever witnessed before. Garrick pushed through the crowd, dropping to his knees beside his son, checking the healed wound himself with trembling hands, disbelief written plain across his face. "He's fine," the healer confirmed, still staring at me like she'd never quite believe what she'd just seen. "Better than fine. Whatever she just did, it worked faster and

-HIM- As soon as her eyes flutter shut, a roar escapes past my lips. I mindlink Haestus to tell Cylindrus, my health and welfare minister, to send me his finest healer. Rey becomes restless inside me while I am eaten away by guilt and shame as I see the blood drain out of her body. I examine her wound before ripping my clock off and holding it tightly against her wound. Still, her blood manages to flow out. It’s staining my hands now, promising to haunt me later.

That’s what warriors do; they protect the lives of their superiors and the rest of the pack members. My head whipped around to meet Healer Aric. He is a healer from the neighboring pack. A tall, lean man with pools of forest green eyes. His dark hair falls in waves around his face, framing sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. There is a sense of quiet strength in his stature and in his hands, weathered from years of healing work.

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S