The Lycan King's Captive
Finally, she straightened, her face showing utter bewilderment.
"She's healthy," she announced, as if she couldn't believe her own words. “...its a miracle”
The word rippled through the gathered nurses and healers. “Miracle.”
Sarah's mother appeared minutes later, sobbing and thanking the moon goddess as she clutched her daughter. The room filled with celebration, with joy, with wonder at the impossible recovery.
But I stood frozen in the doorway, staring at my palm. The wound had already healed, leaving only a faint silver scar. And through the chaos of celebrating voices, I felt eyes on me.