Novel & Cerita Redo The Healer

“But he does not like that your scent is threaded with blood and wolfsbane. He wants it gone.” The healer made a noise that might have been amusement. “Then make yourselves useful,” she said, not looking up as she wicked a line of blackened blood away from the wound. “Hold the canvas closed. Keep the wind off him. And fetch hot stones from the brazier for his feet. Liver hates the cold.”

That was not sustainable, what if something happened to the healer? “Well, there’s Heather’s dad who’s the current town healer. Heather’s been trying to study but her father doesn’t want her getting mixed up too much with the other packs as a healer. He’d rather have her do the administration and reception work.” Rose gave Jules a warning look. She was talking far to freely to these guys and it was giving her all sorts of warning signs that something wasn’t right.

Her skin is still cold and her breathing shallow, but the faintest hint of color begins to return to her cheeks. “She needs the healer now,” Elysia says, her voice firm. “The poison may be gone, but the damage it’s done… it’s beyond our abilities to heal.” As if on cue, the doors burst open, and Logan strides in, the ancient healer by his side. The healer, an elderly woman with eyes that seem to hold centuries of wisdom, approaches without hesitation, her hands glowing with a soft, soothing light.

Most packs don't have healers with magical power. Hayley's face was solemn. She spun around the room in a slow circle, thinking of what to do next. Everyone was murmuring. All she was hearing were people complaining about how she was a good for nothing healer. Someone even said she is a scam. How was it you did a hundred good for people and the one time you cannot help then you become a bad person? Hayley felt something surge through her. She remembered how her brother had died at her hand while trying to treat him. She remembered her vow to never let another person die at her hand. Hayley's hand began to give off a flickering low glow of white light. She placed her hand over the woman's nec

Ryder and the brown wolf were able to kill a large number of the rogues, though some managed to escape, pursuing Elaira. Lain fell to the ground, gasping for breath as he could not hold on any longer. Slowly, the two wolves approached him and turned into their human forms. The fur receded and bones reshaped. The black huge wolf was revealed to be Alpha Kayden, the legendary Alpha, feared by all for his cruel rule, while the brown wolf was his beta, Magnus. “Take him to our pack and have him treated,” Alpha Kayden commanded his beta, then turned to Lain. “Now I owe you nothing.”

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.

I ask, already knowing whatever he’s about to get into is probably something I don’t want to talk about. “Your buddy show up lately?” I shake my head. Not as bad as I was fearing. “No. Your healer seems to know what he’s doing.” “She.” I turn my neck to look at him. “Uh?” “The healer who made the talisman is a woman.” “Oh.” Done with the last nail, I walk over to him. “Interesting.” He arches his brow. “You said she didn’t want any payment.” He nods, his gaze shifting to some place behind my shoulder.

Especially that her mother Laara had told her of Rozelyn’s stepmother's real identity. Isla sees Rozelyn as the daughter she never had. But, she had only a little access to her life because of two things: fear and not enough power. Compared to vampires, werewolves, and blood witches, healers are just like herbs that grow anywhere but only being paid attention to when one needs them. Healers are just healers, not fighters like werewolves, attackers like vampires, and most especially not enchanters like the blood witches. They are only meant to heal—nothing more and nothing less, amidst the fact that they possess extra gifts. They. Are. Just. Healers.

The day Alpha Kyle Locke came to deliver the marking token, he brought two, just like always, and let my sister Serafina Voss choose first. One was a custom-made moonstone collar, a specialty piece from Frost. The other was a wolf fang pendant, the kind sold in every shop in town. Neither of us said anything. Everyone just waited for Serafina to reach out first. Never mind that this token had been chosen for my marking ceremony with Kyle, not hers. But this time, I moved first. My fingers landed on the moonstone. I spoke before anyone else could. "Can I be the one to choose, this time?" Kyle frowned. "Ella, Serafina's health is delicate. The moonstone will help settle her wolf. Yours i

And a debt left behind by everything I gave away before I learned that love could consume more than it returned. I touch my stomach. The child moves. A small, unmistakable answer. The healer watches me. "This time," she says gently, “the decision concerns your life too.” I close my eyes. I know. That is what makes it frightening. The healer repacks her supplies slowly. At the door she stops. "There is something else." I look up. She does not speak carelessly. "There is only one wolf in this territory whose essence is strong enough and compatible enough to reverse the damage at this stage."