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Seraphina’s POV 1
The silence in the medical bay was deafening. Every eye in the room was fixed on me with expressions ranging from shock to outright disbelief, as if I’d just defied thews of physics-which, I supposed, I had.
Lucas pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at his leg where moments before there had been gaping wounds that would have
killed him. Now there was nothing but smooth, unblemished skin, not even a scar to mark where the massive injuries had been.
“What the hell just happened?” he asked, his voice stronger than it had any right to be after the blood loss he’d suffered. His eyes found
mine across the crowded medical bay, confusion and something that might have been awe flickering in their depths.
I opened my mouth to answer, then closed it again. What could I possibly say? *Oh, apparently I can heal mortal wounds with my hands
now. No big deal.*
“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, staring down at my palm where the white light had emanated just moments before. The skin looked
*Sera,* A’s voice was small and confused in my mind. *I don’t understand what just happened. I felt this overwhelming urge to help
him, and then…*
Riley reached out with trembling fingers to touch Lucas’s leg where the wounds had been, her eyes wide with wonder. “This is
impossible,” she breathed. “Werewolves heal fast, but not like this. Not instantaneously. Not from injuries that severe.”
“Seraphina?”
I turned to see the warrior with the massive chest wounds struggling to sit up on his examination table, his face twisted with pain
despite the field bandages Riley had applied. Blood was still seeping through the gauze, and his breathing remainedbored and shallow.
Without conscious thought, I moved toward him, drawn by something deeper than sympathya€”apulsion I couldn’t name or resist.
The crowd of medics and wounded warriors parted before me like I was radioactive, their whispers following in my wake.
“She healed Lucas…”
“Did you see that light?”
“What kind of wolf can do that?”
I knelt beside the warrior’s table, my hands hovering uncertainly over his injuries. “What’s your name?” I asked softly.
“Thompson,” he managed between ragged breaths. “Ben Thompson.”
“Ben, I’m going to try to help you, okay? But I need you to stay very still.”
He nodded weakly, his eyes focusing on me with desperate hope. Behind me, I could hear Riley giving quiet instructions to clear space
around us, but the voices seemed distant and muffled, like I was hearing them underwater.
I closed my eyes and tried to find that warm, purposeful feeling that had guided me with Lucas. For a moment, there was nothinga€”just
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the sound of Ben’sbored breathing and the antiseptic smell of the medical bay. Then, slowly, I felt it building in my chest like a sunrise.
When I opened my eyes and ced my hands over Ben’s wounds, the white light was there again, brighter this time, pulsing with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. The warmth flowed from me into him, and I watched in fascination as his torn flesh began to knit
itself back together.
But this time was different. Ben’s injuries were more severea€”deeper wounds, more damage to repair. The healing process was slower,
more demanding, and I could feel it draining something essential from me with each passing second. The light began to fluctuate,
growing dimmer as my energy waned.
*Sera, be careful,* A warned, her mental voice tight with concern. *You’re pushing too hard. We don’t know what the limits are.*
But I couldn’t stop. Not when Ben was looking at me with such trust, not when I could see his breathing growing easier as his internal
injuries healed, not when I had the power to save him. I pressed deeper into the healing trance, pouring more of myself into the light.
Around us, the whispered conversations had grown louder, more urgent.
“-never seen anything like it-”
“-what kind of bloodline-”
Ben’s eyes flew open, panic shing across his features as the healing slowed.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered urgently. “Please, I can feel it working.”
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to focus, pushing the fragments of memory aside. There would be time to processter. Right now,
Ben needed me.
The healing continued, but I could feel myself growing weaker with each passing moment. The light was dimming despite my efforts,
and spots were beginning to dance at the edges of my vision. My hands trembled where they rested on Ben’s chest, and I had to fight to
keep them steady.
*Sera, stop!* A’s voice was sharp with rm. *You’re going to copse!*
But Ben’s wounds were almost fully healed now. Just a few more minutesa€”
“Seraphina!”
Damien’s voice cut through everything else, sharp withmand and concern. Through my fading vision, I saw him pushing through
the crowd of onlookers, his face a mask of barely controlled panic.
“You need to stop,” he said, his hands settling on my shoulders. “Whatever you’re doing, it’s killing you.”
“Almost finished,” I mumbled, my words slurring slightly as exhaustion crashed over me in waves. “Just a little more…”
Thest of Ben’s wounds closed with a soft pulse of light, and the warrior took his first full, easy breath in hours. Relief flooded his features as he sat uppletely under his own power, whole and healthy.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how you did it, but thank you.”
I tried to smile, tried to respond, but the room was spinning now, tilting dangerously as my vision tunneled. Thest thing I saw before
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darkness imed me was Damien’s face.
“The Moon Blessed,” someone whispered in the gathering darkness. “She’s one of the Moon Blessed.”
And then there was nothing but the soft sound of my own breathing and Damien’s strong arms catching me as I fell.
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