Reborn as Betrayed Luna
I closed my eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath, and reached deep inside myself—past the fear, past the fatigue—to tap into the ancient Hartwell Warden bloodline.
A soft, luminescent silver light erupted from my hands, spilling over my fingers like liquid moonlight.
The air in the room grew cool and sweet, smelling of fresh pine needles and mountain rain. I pushed the soothing magic directly into his torn muscle and severed veins. The strain hit me instantly; a sharp pain pierced my temples, and my vision blurred around the edges, but I gritted my teeth and held firm.
Beneath my hands, the ragged flesh began to stitch together. The deep purple bruising dissolved, replaced by healthy, pale