We Can Be Mended Novels & Stories

“She has to make it. I haven’t forgiven her yet. She has to pay for stabbing me in the back.” While I said all this, Hazel coughed uncontrollably and I saw Phoebe taking her hands off Hazel’s chest, giving up on healing her. “You can’t give up,” I yelled at both Hazel and Phoebe. I had lost more than enough people in this lifetime. As much as I hated Hazel, I didn’t want her dead. I didn’t– “You are the one who shouldn’t give up. I know you have been training to be a Mender. You can Mend her lungs while I keep the blood out. You can make her brown new before her soul leaves her body.” Phoebe encouraged me.

Her staff tapped the wood once, grounding the space before she crouched down in front of the three girls. Cheyenne’s jaw was tight, her wolf pacing beneath her skin. Nalia still had Chelsea tucked under her arm, both of them trembling from the aftershocks of the bond being damn near torn. Grammy’s eyes softened, the fire dimming enough to show the woman beneath the legend. “Listen to me, girls.” Her voice was low, warm, steady. “What has been taken can be found. What has been broken can be mended. And your mates—” she reached out, brushing a tear from Chelsea’s cheek, “—your mates are not gone. I will bring them back to you. Whole. Breathing. On their own two feet.”

Oliver had shown me a part of himself I hadn’t seen before, but it would take more than words to mend the rift between us. As I walked back through the dimly lit corridors, Beauty met me outside, a gentle, knowing look in her eyes. “How did it go?” I sighed, managing a small smile. “It’s…complicated. But maybe there’s a chance—just a small one—that things could be different.” Beauty squeezed my hand, her warmth grounding me. “Sometimes, that’s all we need—a chance.” And as I lay in bed that night, the remnants of our conversation echoing in my mind, I clung to that sliver of hope. Perhaps, after everything, there was still a path forward—one that might lead to healing, redemption, and, just

“Please, tell me what to do. How can I make this right? How can I fix this?” “Are you deaf? I asked you to bring back my child.” “I will do anything to fix our bond except that, please,” he begged, desperate. “I’m begging you.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Fix this? There is no fixing this, Finn. That’s what I’m trying to make you understand. Some things, once broken, can never be repaired.” I closed my eyes, memories washing over me. The tiny life I’d felt growing inside me, the dreams I’d had of a future filled with love and family, all shattered.

"I have a feeling we both have a lot to teach each other." I laughed. I knew that things were far from perfect, but that everything was heading in the right direction. Andrew and I would be together forever, and the town would recover. Audrey and Ray had been broken, but they had found the strength they needed to fix themselves. The town was broken, but it would be fixed. I was broken, but I would be fixed, with the help of the love of my life. They say that fire always burns, but as the flames sweep away the detritus of the past, new beginnings can spring from the ashes. I smiled. I could feel the seeds of new memories germinating, reaching for the sun.

I flinched slightly when she spoke to me, almost afraid to meet her gaze. “You cannot fix yourself. You are already perfect the way you are. We are all a chaotic mess inside but we can always learn from each other and get back together. Trust me; life won't always be this easy. And you know what? Maybe we are all a mess inside but we can always get past that and start fresh.

The road to recovery may be long and challenging, but together, we'll face whatever lies ahead. And as I sit there, watching over her with unwavering devotion, I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope blossoming within me. Our companionship has weathered the storm, and now, it's time for us to rebuild, heal, and forge a future filled with the warmth and tenderness we both deserve.

Wanted to be what they were before. But Together was right. They could not be fixed. Could not be restored. Could not become what they were. The damage was permanent. The fracture was irreversible. The shattering was eternal. They had to accept it. Had to acknowledge it. Had to stop trying to fix it. Slowly. Painfully. Reluctantly. The twenty-two accepted. Stopped trying to fix. Acknowledged damage. "We accept," multiple voices said imperfectly synchronized. "We are damaged. We are fractured. We are incompatible. We accept. We stop trying to fix. We acknowledge what we are. We accept."

“You must be in a lot of pain. I understand now why you’d…retreat. Do you still love her?” I stare at Maya for a long time, my heart aching for her, for me, us. “Yes.” “Then all is not lost. You’ll have to work much harder, take the time to rebuild your bond. It’s not broken, and what’s not broken can be mended.” I just nod. I feel empty, completely spent. I don’t know if I have anything left to give.

"I know the truth. You were the one who saved me six years ago, not Isabella. And you developed Moonlight Therapy to heal my injuries." I listened in silence, my expression unreadable. "Emma, I was wrong. I've cut all ties with Isabella. I'll never see her again," Marcus said, his voice growing more urgent. "Can we start over? Please?" I slowly closed the folder in front of me and met his gaze. "And you think a simple apology fixes everything, Marcus?" "I know it's not enough. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you…" "I don't need you to make anything up to me," I cut him off. "We're over."