The Healer’s Fatal Warning Novels & Stories

, he says, and I decide to place my trust in his words. " Don't believe him, he is an orphan", the healer croaks. I let go of the man in my grip, and as soon as he is set free, all the men pick up their swords and daggers, following their leader into the forest. The healer was crouched on his knees before me, his eyes staring at me laced with fear. " You tried to kill my baby, and then fool my love. How dare you lay your nasty fingers on her", I say, raising the dagger in my hand about to pierce the metal in his neck, when what he said next leaves me devastated.

He scoffed and moved away from her immediately, his disbelieving eyes glued to her face. ***************** Somewhere in the dark... A lady from the Gada Kingdom stood in front of a man. A man who was not from the Gada Kingdom. "Are you really sure about this?" The man asked, his eyes growing more dark. "Of course, Marshal. I can never bring fake news to you. The Healer's connected to the King and if you can get to her and kill her, the King would be dead as well" the lady answered with a smirk.

"Now stop this foolishness and accept that you belong here. This is your new family." I glare at him, shaking my head furiously. "Don't fight me, little girl," he warns. "The last thing we need is another problem." "Then leave me alone!" I yell. "I don't belong here! Leave me alone!" His eyes narrow menacingly before turning back to normal. "Never! I'll never give up on you," he whispers. "You're too valuable for me to let you go. Having a healer gives us an advantage over the other packs. We can heal our injuries faster than they can theirs."

he starts to say. Sam, Jack, and I stand a little taller tensing up as we hear the words trickle from the doctor’s mouth. “What do you mean?” I ask him. “Only that the healer is a red head and to be cautious around her,” he replies. “Why?” I ask him. I needed to know what was being said about the healer. “Because she’s using black magic to heal people. You can’t trust her,” he replies like he actually believes what he is saying.

The urgency in her voice is because of the look on the healer’s face, which is not promising. The healer clears his throat and wipes off a bead of sweat on his forehead. Could he be nervous? “It… it seems he’s come down with a great ailment, one that has not been heard of, and I don’t have a clue what it might be,” he explains. “What?” Veronica asks in shock, fear written all over her face and evident in her voice. “What does this mean? You will help your king, won’t you?” she asks the healer, whose mind is full of many thoughts about his alpha’s health and safety. He cannot be known as the healer who folded his hands and watched the alpha succumb to this great ailment.

“I’ll be right here. I promise.” He didn’t need to say anything; I could feel him there, his presence anchoring me while the healer pulled out small satchels wrapped in faded cloth. “You mustn’t rush,” the healer rasped, meeting my gaze with sharp eyes, despite the wrinkles that framed them. “Every grain, every drop must heed your senses — not your fear. Do you understand?” I nodded, my throat too tight for words.

“Be careful, Your Highness. With the time you have left.” I stepped forward, desperate for more, but she was already walking away. “Wait!” I called. But she didn’t turn around. I didn’t follow her. I couldn’t risk exposing her. If someone found out she had warned me… Her words haunted me. Were they true? Was Noxi dangerous… or just broken? I had thought he was a tool I could use, but now, I wasn’t so sure. I needed answers. And I needed a plan. --- **2 PM**

I could feel his eyes on my back the whole time. And the bond? It pulsed once more. Not in pain. In warning. In promise. Whatever had brought me to his territory, whatever danger loomed on the horizon — it was nothing compared to the danger of us. Of what remained unresolved between Alpha and Healer. Between man and woman. Between two halves of a bond that refused to break, no matter how hard we'd tried to shatter it. The hallway stretched before me. The tapestries adorned the walls, depicting hunts and battles and moments of pack history. The ornate sconces held dancing flames. The polished floors reflected my movement like dark water.

“But why?” The healer’s sharp eyes locked onto mine. “Because if the wrong person sees it, you’ll be dead.” My breath hitched. I tightened my hands. “You’re not making sense. What are you saying? What does it mean?” The healer let out a slow, heavy sigh. “I can’t tell you.” Frustration bubbled inside me. “You can’t just say that and expect me to let it go—” “I can’t tell you,” she repeated, this time firmer. “All I can do is warn you. Hide it. No matter what happens, no matter who asks you must keep it a secret. Do you understand?”

Not before I get my revenge for what was taken from me. My wolf growled at the thought because he hated the word revenge. I did not care. She did not get to slip away before I got answers. She did not get to leave before I rebuilt and destroyed her faith in every single thing the goddess forced on me. The healer finally shoved his way to us. Old. Thin. Smelling like herbs and bad decisions. He dropped his medical bag on the floor and knelt beside us like the world depended on his shaky hands, which it honestly did.