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The girl who isn't constantly looking over her shoulder. The girl who isn't drowning. The girl who believes tomorrow might actually be okay. I thought healing would feel louder. I thought there'd be some huge moment where I'd wake up and realize I'd finally made it to the other side. Instead... Healing is quiet. It's making coffee before work. It's remembering to water the plants. It's laughing at something stupid. It's buying chips from the same restaurant so often that the owner already knows my order. It's ordinary.

"But Kai, you have to want it. Really want it. Not just want Elara. Want to be better for its own sake." "I do want it." I was surprised to find I meant it. "I want to be someone my children are proud of. Someone who builds instead of destroys. Someone who understands that different isn't dangerous." "Then start there." She pulled out a book, old and worn. "This is about healing from trauma. Specifically trauma caused by toxic pack structures. Read it. All of it. Not to impress Elara. Not to win her back. But to understand what you were part of. What you helped perpetuate."

⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠. I hope Anyone who was abused like Marilyn or any other way can heal and live a life in their own right way ⊂⁠(⁠´⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° ser feliz 🌹 * There will be mostly daily updates on this mouth, so be ready and enjoy the book 💗

, he yelped as he won in the lottery. I just set my dearest smile at Gale. I feel blessed to meet him in my life. I thought Kent was my night and shining armor when we first met at the bar but he wasn't. I didn't want to bring the past anymore but he ruined my life. Gale whom I just bump somewhere came and saved me from danger. Even our friendship lasted in one day, after two years we reunited with an abrupt abduction to me. If he didn't come that day, maybe my body is now decayed filled with earthworms. He's a good Samaritan I met and my true night and shining armor.

Yet, we would be willing to have a heart-to-heart talk with strangers. The elderly woman studied me. "Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, you might meet someone who you invest all your love in. When you get stabbed in the back after pouring out your sincerity, love, and passion, you'll become skeptical of love and other people's sincerity. "But, the only thing you shouldn't doubt is the fact that you are deserving of love. You deserve to be loved. "Feeling resentful because of someone else's mistake is like drinking poison but hoping that the other person feels your pain."

“But I want us to give him a chance. Just… this last time.” My head snapped toward her. “I can’t believe this, Nyra.” My voice rose a little before I forced it down again. “Do you even know what he did?” I whispered sharply. “What if something had happened to you? What if you're not healed?” She met my eyes. “But I’m standing here,” she said softly. Her hand pressed lightly against her chest. “I’m alive. You’re alive. We’re both here.” That wasn’t the point. “He knows his mistake,” she continued. “He has said sorry more times than I can count. Sometimes the only way to heal is to let the person try to fix what they broke.”

"But I'll write a version for the foundation. Less personal but same message. Telling people who are in their worst moment that they'll survive. That better is possible. That three years from now, they'll barely recognize their transformed selves." "That's good. That's really good." That night, I dream about that woman. The one in the living room. The one whose world just ended. And in the dream, I hand her the letter. Watch her read it. Watch hope return to her eyes. She looks at me. "Is this real? Do I really make it?" "You really make it. I promise." "How?" "One day at a time. One breath at a time. One choice at a time to heal instead of harden. To grow instead of embitter. To become inst

For being my father's mate, she had a good life up until the attack. The attack happened after my first shift, which had me thinking that the attack has got something to do with me and my abilities. I can heal without losing my wolf strength because my wolf is her own entity and I am me but we work better together. When I heal, I drain my human body and then Xena, my wolf replenishes my body with the desired amount I need to go on with my life until my body heals. I walk out of my room to the kitchen, hoping to catch my mother before she goes for her morning walk.

But I stopped when I noticed he was smiling while I went on and on about the things he did. “What's funny?” He fakes a frown, almost instantly, his glum look was back, he brought out a book from a pouch then handed it to me. “While raiding a pack long ago, I saw this book. It speaks mostly of the goddess's gift, you need it, read it so you don’t end up killing yourself the next time you decide to heal someone.” He might have thought what he said was funny but it wasn't. I took the book, and as I flipped through the first pages, some of the powers listed were the goddess gift, as he had said, and mine was not excluded.

Heath wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making sure their story would always be filled with the most perfect love. “Promise me something, my love…” “Anything you want!” “Promise me that you’ll burn that awful book the minute we get home.” “Book?” “Yes, Heath. Book.” A single eyebrow arched high, and Rowena stared at him with a knowing gleam. “‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’.” He cringed. “If you want… but why?” “Because we don’t need it, my darling. We never did.” Rowena smiled at him wholeheartedly.