The Rejected Healer's Retribution

and both fit. She wasn't concerned about my pain; she focused on my potential for destruction. She unders

in in my right hand. "But life and death are two sides of the same coin. You we

he very thing Kael had u

The scent, usually a sharp, metallic warning to any wolf, became a constant throbbing sensation in my sinuses. For the first two weeks, I felt constantl

ra commanded. "Not through m

rated betrayal. The Wolfsbane didn't just attack the wolf; it specifically suppressed th

I struggled through a bitter dose. "Your magic is wild. It kn

concentrating it into a thick, dark oil. She didn't use spells or incantations; she used visualization. I had to focus

ght that once radiated from my hands-the light of a Healer-had been replaced by a darker, vio

ing the change. "It is chaos. It marks the end of the bo

lver locket on a stone slab. Inside it was a lock of hair from a wolf

this essence of his Pack-his strength-and str

stroy the bond. The process was agonizing. It felt like ripping strips of skin from my own soul. I scre

silver was dull. The Pack scent, so distinctive moments before, h

learned to use your hurt as a weap

ivating. Mora taught me ancient techniques to suppress my mate scent and change my physical aura, making it impossible

ut a shallow bowl of dark,

d. "See what fate ha

g, triumphant face. But my desire for reve

iliar great hall of the Lunar Pack. Ka

table. He wore long-sleeved tunics, even inside.

, cold and sharp, pierced

Elara, was so swift and powerful that it sealed the last trace of the poison inside him, locking

I had cursed him. My attempt to save him had turned into an ultimate act of reve

et by his Beta, but by a stern, silver-haired Elder. While her words were silent in the

ng a flicker of real terror. His gaze didn't land

to the pool, her an

l the wolf. He turned rogue and had to be killed." She paused, her voice dripping with dark intent. "The

kely linked to the lingering Wolfsbane poison now pulsing

but fate had presented me with a crisis. My return would not be just a personal a

Savior is here. You will return not as Elara, but as the only person who knows their affliction. Prepare yourself. They