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"Like the curse recognising me specifically. Not a healer, not an Ashford. Me." He came in. He sat across the table, which he did now without hesitation, without waiting to be invited. Three weeks ago she would have noted that as an intrusion on her space. Now it registered as someone who knew where they were welcome. "What does that mean?" he asked. "My aunt wrote about it," she said. She found the passage and turned the journal toward him. "When a healer works against a designed curse for long enough, the curse begins to distinguish them. To build a specific counter-read. It's the adaptive mechanism — it's learning my frequency the way it learned Elara's."

I slowly let go of his hand, blinking as I look down. “Where’d you learn that?” He asked. God, that voice. “Umm, I learnt healing from yoga, our pack healer. She visited our university to teach us simple self-healing hacks that could help during pack training. And when, during our private counselling, she said I had the skill to heal, so she taught me how to heal. Plus, healing is one of my minor papers.”

Why not alphas or betas, lunas or omegas? "Because they are the most selfless people that I made." He smiled as he looked in the distance but right now standing in that room he knew why he answered that. No matter what but healers can not stay selfish and now he promised himself that he was going to make few changes for his precious healers. Giselle yawned and rubbed her neck as she could feel a strange pain in her neck because of the funny posture she slept in last night. She sat up and was scared to the see the ghost on her bed.

Which was unfortunate at the moment because at this pace, he’d be completely put back together some time next October. Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. Because the wounds had been inflicted by a Vampire, he would naturally heal himself simply because he was a Guardian, even if he wasn’t also a Healer. It would take a long time, but the fact that he could add a bit of his own extra energy to it might speed it up slightly. He didn’t think this was the end, however. Getting comfortable now would only set him up for disappointment when the insane doctor with the toolbox of mayhem came back.

twice. I was leaving first thing in the morning. If I lingered, I’d hesitate. And hesitation had already cost me enough. I took the flash drive out again and plugged it into my laptop. Folder after folder opened my work, my name, my legacy. One stood out: Evoke. Inside were sketches of what I truly wanted to build spaces designed for healing, escape, and resilience. Shelters that looked nothing like shelters. Homes that gave women a reason to believe in life again.

"Emily, I've been thinking about something. What if we didn't just rebuild your foundation? What if we created something bigger?" "What do you mean?" "A school. Not just a hospital or a foundation—a place where kids like Mateo can heal from trauma. Where families torn apart by abuse can learn to trust again. A home for healing." I looked at him, seeing the vision forming in his mind. "You mean like a residential program?" "Exactly. Architecture for healing—spaces designed to help people rebuild their lives. We could help hundreds of families, not just dozens." The idea sparked something in me. Not just revenge against my enemies, but the creation of something beautiful from the ashes of thei

I moved closer to the bed, my fingers lightly brushing the edge as I studied him again. He looked… peaceful. Too peaceful. Like he was sleeping. Not like someone fighting for his life. I hated that. Marcus came back faster than I expected. A thick file in his hands. “Everything we have,” he said, handing it to me. I took it without a word. Didn’t thank him. Didn’t look at Aiden. I just opened it. At first glance… It was perfect. Clean notes. Detailed observations. Structured reports. Every page exactly where it should be.

, but I will fight until you or I die,” he stated. I watched him breathe in the particulates that I released into the air when I closed the door. The particulates help release all the emotions that build in the body, creating good enzymes to start to circulate through the body. My presence also triggers the body and mind to heal. Heal through all trauma that a person has lived through. Trauma that can physically cripple a person even when a person is not physically crippled. Taryn can heal The Hunters physical injuries, and that will take time. The method I provide is comprehensive. The Hunters trauma has been stacked upon by years and years of being enslaved. Psychologically, The Hunter

Her face was bad. Blood was rolling out of every hole except her ears. Her lower lips had split and blood was gushing out. She was tempted to think about healing herself. No one should see her this way. However, it would only lead to suspicion. Harriet would ask a lot of questions. Sarah and her group of friends would want to know how she healed herself. She was an Omega, her natural healing could never be as fast. Still, the wound hurt. She felt like her inside was inside a blending machine. The pain was too much.

I could feel the bones in his legs and if I concentrated hard enough, I could visualize the injury on his leg. Slowly, with gritted teeth, I let out the healing aura, allowing it to seep out of my palms like a trickling tap. It was a lot of work but not impossible when I paid attention and took my time, forcing myself to be careful with the child. When the last bit of his torn flesh and shifted bone righted itself, I allowed myself to open my eyes as I took my hands off the child.