These Wounds Won't Seem To Heal Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Any man who would betray you is a fool." The certainty in his voice catches me off guard. He doesn't even know me, yet he speaks like David committed some unforgivable sin against the universe itself. I focus on his wounds to hide my confusion. The gashes are deep, the kind that should require dozens of stitches and leave permanent scars. But as I clean away the blood, I can see the edges already knitting together. "This is impossible," I whisper, leaning closer to examine the largest wound. That's when it happens.

I wanted to ask him more, to understand the turmoil I saw in his eyes, but the words remained lodged in my throat, unspoken. When I finally mustered the courage to inquire about his own wounds, he hesitated, his expression clouded with reluctance. "They aren't healing up. It's nothing to worry about though. You should focus on yourself," he said, his voice heavy with frustration. I felt a pang of concern for him, knowing that his pain mirrored my own. How could I not worry? He was my mate after all.

I cover back a sob as I mouth the words ‘i’m sorry…I'm sorry’ “Hey…don't cry. This is nothing. I—I have been through worse, Riv” “You are bleeding”, I accuse. My eyes stab Shane's who's still seated at his seat barely recognizing a bleeding man is right beside him. Why aren't his wounds healing? Unless…Shane beat him didn't he? A wound inflicted by an alpha can't heal. “You—You are safe…that's all that matters” “She's safe with her mates, kid. If you are going to talk nonsense, get your facts right”, Shane corrects him. My voice is filled with malice as I scream,

My cheeks burned. Fucking bastard.

I just hoped my body would hold up long enough to make sure of it. “Fuck, Matt!” Lia cried, coming to my side. “Stay still!” Before she said anything, I felt her hands on my wounded side. “By light and air, by earth and sea, Bind these wounds, set pain free. Let strength return, let spirits rise, Heal this body, clear weary eyes. With warmth of fire, with water’s flow, Mend what’s broken, let life grow. By my will and magic bright, Restore with love, restore with light.

With my fingers, I slowly gathered every shard of the broken opal into a velvet pouch, not even leaving the tiniest speck of powder behind. Once they were all collected, I clutched the pouch tightly against my chest. "Andiamo, Mamma. We're never coming back to this place again."

“Seventy times. Told those men to rαpe you. Tried to kill you.” “I know. Trust me‚ I remember.” My voice dropped. “But thαnks to whαtever heαling power I hαve now‚ my body bαrely even cαrries α mαrk. Hers? Her wounds αren’t heαling. And I cαn see it‚ she’s going to live with it‚ dαy αfter dαy. I don’t even need to touch her for her to hurt.” Killiαn stαred αt me‚ then nodded slowly.

“Tonight, you let yourself break. Tomorrow, we face your mother’s funeral together. The day after that… we’ll figure it out.” My hands found their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms. “What if I’m too broken?” “Impossible.” His lips brushed my temple, so gentle it made my heart ache. “You’re the strongest person I know.” The dam broke. All the grief, fear, and exhaustion of the past days crashed over me at once. I crumpled against him, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me together as I fell apart. “I keep seeing it,” I whispered against his chest. “The way James looked at you when he pulled that trigger. His own brother. How can someone hate that mu

So let me write, let me release, The pain that seeks a sense of peace, For in these words, I find my way, To face the truth of yesterday. And as the stars above me shine, I'll mend my heart, I'll make it mine, With every word, I'll find my voice, And in its echo, I'll rejoice. For in this verse, I'll find the key, To heal the wounds that cannot flee, To forge a path through the darkest night, And emerge into the morning light. ~~~~~ He claps, "It's amazing. I can feel you through this." He is trying to be friendly.

Lila replies gently, "but his wounds run deep, far beyond what regular stitching can mend. The damage inside him is extensive, and it's preventing his body from healing." As Lila continues her efforts, my mind races with questions and doubts. Why isn't anything working? What could be causing his wounds to resist healing? A sinking feeling grips my heart as her words sink in. I had hoped for a quick fix, a solution to ease his pain and set him on the path to recovery. But the reality is harsh—I can't stitch away the suffering he endures, and the severity of his injuries is far greater than I had imagined.