Redo The Healer Novels & Stories

she demanded. “She’s not physically injured,” another voice cut in calmly. It was the healer. The young one with ancient eyes she stepped forward, her gaze locked onto me. “But her soul is.” I didn’t understand what that meant and I didn’t care because the pain still felt like I was dying. Knox tightened his hold on me. “Fix it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. The healer didn’t react to his tone, she simply knelt beside me. “Easy,” she murmured.

My mate, Alex, had a childhood friend named Emily who was a healer. When she discovered that I was a highly sensitive person, she volunteered to put me through what she called 'desensitization therapy.' The first time, she told me I needed to learn to control my emotions, so she locked me in a noisy bar's storage room for an entire night. The second time, she said I needed to overcome my tactile sensitivity. She drenched me in ice-cold water and forced me to stand in the freezing wind for three hours. Alex was present every single time. Each time, he told her, "Thank you for all your hard work, Emily. I know how much you're doing for her." Then came the banquet, where she poured an enti

The room spun, I gripped the edge of the bed as dizziness crashed over me. “Enough,” Darius said sharply, as the monitors beeped faster. Kael stepped forward, but Darius raised a hand. “Her healing gift isn’t incomplete,” he said calmly. “It’s overflowing.” Everyone stared at him. “Red Moon-born healers generate an enormous amount of spiritual energy,” she continued. “Far more than a standard healer. Without a balancing force nearby, that excess energy becomes unsteady. It lashes back at the healer instead of dispersing safely after helping the patient.”

I got up and approached the circle with the confidence of a king, and stood in the circle looking at Elder Davien straight in the eye. The scrawny-looking healer with one blind eye approached me and held my right hand. He begins haphazardly chanting inaudible words and phrases. The healer wobbled his head back and forth, then he finally released me and faced the council. The healer began speaking in a deep, creepily calm voice, too deep for that body.

James adds with a pretty confident look. Healers who are sent to the front lines generally know how to fight, but only to some extent—enough to defend themselves to get to the injured. Still, with the time it takes for the healers to heal the patients, they would need at least five bodyguards with them to keep watch while they use their talents. Since it is already well known that I take a minimal amount of time to heal an injured person, I was only assigned two guards—Ellan and James.

"That's good. It's not easy raising a pup alone. I always thought you were a single mother." I smiled faintly. I wasn't before, but soon I would be one. "Megan Cross, you're the most skilled healer we have. Without you, the common folk won't have anyone to treat them. They can't afford the fees of the nobles' healers." Emily glanced at the patients lying nearby and sighed. I gave a helpless smile and turned to leave the healer's tent—only to run straight into Alpha King Jason Boone of the Northern Realm and Princess Bailey Shaw of the Silvermoon Pack. They were both visiting injured warriors.

So how was I developing unexpected abilities? Perhaps it had something to do with the rebirth. “Ah. You’re awake.” A soft voice pulled me out of my deep thoughts, and I looked over to see a healer in a crisp white uniform standing at the foot of my bed. She was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes but a downturned mouth—the kind of face one gets from seeing a lot of horrible things in one’s life, but carries on anyway. Kael cleared his throat. “She says someone attacked her and used wolf venom on her.” He sighed and turned to the healer. “She fabricated a story for attention. I’m sorry for wasting your—”

Hunter stood with his arms folded and with a serious ‘don’t f**k with me’ face. “What?...’ I arched a brow and blinked as if I hadn't heard from the bathmaids minutes ago regarding how healers are targeted and killed. I don't even have to do anything wrong before I get killed, I can randomly be killed because I'm a healer so why am I acting surprised hearing this from Hunter?

Silence so complete I could hear the frost cracking on the greenhouse glass behind me. Tarn didn’t flinch. But something moved behind his eyes. His gaze dropped to my mouth for one beat, then back up. He caught himself. I caught him catching himself. “My father sentenced a healer to death,” he said. “I’m standing here because I need one alive.” His voice was controlled. His hands were not. At his sides, his fingers opened and closed once, like he was stopping himself from reaching for something. I didn’t think it was a weapon.

And in this harsh werewolf world, that was rare. My throat tightened. My child would never have a stable life. No. I couldn't let that happen. “Maybe… I am not the Healer,” I said. “If two Healers cannot exist at the same time, then I must be the imposter, just as the priestess claimed. The other woman with the same mark must be the true Healer.” “No.” The Guardian’s voice turned sharp. “I can smell your blood, child. You are the true Healer. The other woman is the fraud. She must have forged the mark through forbidden means.”