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Seraphina’s POV 1
The medical wing of the training facility was smaller than the field hospital I remembered from the border, but it carried the same antiseptic smell that made my enhanced senses wrinkle in distaste. Lucas led us down
a corridor lined with treatment rooms, his pace measured and respectful.
“The injuries are severe but not life-threatening,” he exined as we walked. “Two w wounds from rogue
attacks, and one with internal bleeding from a fall during patrol.”
“How long have they been here?”
“Since yesterday morning. The pain medication is helping, but they’re not healing at the normal rate. There’s
something about these rogue attackstely-the wounds seem designed to prevent natural recovery.”
Damien’s hand found the small of my back, a gesture that was both protective and grounding. I could feel his
concern radiating through our bond, his wolf Alex pacing restlessly beneath the surface as we approached
the treatment area.
“Sera,” he said quietly, “promise me you’ll stop if you feel even the slightest bit dizzy.”
I turned to face him, cing my hand over his heart. Even through his shirt, I could feel the rapid beating
that betrayed his worry despite hisposed exterior.
“I promise,” I said softly. “But Damien, I feel different now. Stronger. I don’t think it’s going to affect me the
way it did before.”
His silver-blue eyes searched my face, looking for any sign of the fragility that had nearly cost me my life just
weeks ago. What he saw there seemed to reassure him slightly, though I could tell he wasn’t entirely
convinced.
“Trust me.”
Lucas cleared his throat diplomatically, though I caught the hint of a smile on his lips. “The first patient is just
through here.”
The treatment room contained three beds separated by privacy curtains. The first patient was a young male
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warrior, maybe twenty-two, with angry w marks across his left shoulder and chest. Even from the doorway, I could smell the infection beginning to set in despite the medical team’s best efforts.
“Hello,” I said gently, approaching his bed with slow, non-threatening movements. “I’m Seraphina. How are
you feeling?”
The warrior’s eyes widened as he took in my scent, his wolf clearly recognizing my alpha status despite his
weakened condition. He tried to sit up straighter, but a wince of pain cut the movement short.
“Luna,” he said respectfully, though his voice was strained. “I’m… I’ve been better, ma’am.”
“What’s your name?”
“David, Luna.”
“Well, David, I’d like to try something that might help with your pain. Would that be all right?”
He nodded eagerly, hope flickering in his dark eyes. “Yes, please. The doctors said it might be weeks before
I’m back to full strength.”
I ced my hands gently over his wounds, feeling the familiar warmth beginning to build in my palms. But
this time, instead of the draining sensation I remembered from before, the energy flowed easily, naturally,
like breathing.
The healing light that emerged from my hands was brighter than it had ever been, a warm golden glow that
seemed to pulse with its own rhythm. I watched in fascination as David’s wounds began to close, the angry
red inmmation fading to healthy pink skin.
But what surprised me most was how effortless it felt. Where before, healing even one person had left me
dizzy and exhausted, now it was as easy as lifting my hand. The power flowed through me like a river, strong
and steady andpletely under my control.
“Incredible,” David whispered, staring down at hispletely healed chest in amazement. “I can’t even feel
where the wounds were.”
“How do you feel?” I asked, stepping back to assess his condition.
He flexed his shoulder experimentally, then sat up with fluid ease. “Like nothing ever happened. Better than I felt before the attack, actually.”
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Behind me, I heard Damien’s sharp intake of breath. When I turned to look at him, his expression was a
mixture of awe and something that looked almost like pride.
“Next patient,” I said with a smile, feeling more confident with each passing moment.
The second warrior had deep puncture wounds on his thigh and calf, injuries that would have taken months
to heal properly and likely left him with a permanent limp. The third suffered from internal bleeding that had
the medical staff monitoring him around the clock.
I healed them both in quick session, each treatment flowing as naturally as thest. The golden light
seemed to grow stronger with each use, and I could feel A practically purring with satisfaction in the back
of my mind.
*This is what we were meant to do, she said contentedly. *This is who we really are.*
When I finished with the third patient, I turned to find not just Damien and Lucas staring at me in wonder,
but a small crowd of medical staff and other warriors who had gathered to witness what was happening.
“Are you feeling all right?” the head of medical asked with barely contained excitement. “Any dizziness,
fatigue, anything at all?”
I took a mental inventory of my physical state, surprised to find that I felt exactly the same as when I’d
started. If anything, I felt more energized, as if using my abilities had somehow recharged rather than
drained me.
“I feel fine,” I said honestly. “Completely fine.”
“Remarkable,” the doctor murmured, making rapid notes on his tablet.
Damien stepped closer, his hands framing my face as he searched my eyes for any sign of the exhaustion that
had nearly killed me before.
“You’re sure you’re all right?” he asked, his voice low and intense.
“I’m sure,” I said, leaning into his touch. “More than all right, actually.”
The relief that flooded his features was so profound it nearly brought tears to my eyes. Without warning, he pulled me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me with desperate gratitude,
“I was so scared,” he whispered against my hair. “When I saw you start to heal them, all I could think about
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was you copsing in that field hospital.”
“That won’t happen again,” I said with absolute certainty. “Whatever was blocking my true nature before, it’s
gone now.”
“Can we sit somewhere quiet?” I asked. “I think I’ve figured something out, and I want to share it with you.”
He nodded, leading me out of the medical wing and toward a small garden area behind the main building. The
afternoon sun was warm on my skin, and the sound of wind through the trees created a peaceful backdrop
for conversation.
We settled on a bench beneath an old oak tree, and I turned to face him, gathering my thoughts.
“I’ve been thinking about what’s happened to me,” I began, “about why my omega nature suddenly
disappeared and my alpha abilities awakened.”
“And?” he prompted gently when I paused.
“I think my parents did something to me when I was little,” I said slowly. “Some kind of protection spell or
enchantment that hid my true nature.”
Damien frowned, considering this. “That’s possible, I suppose. Ancient alpha families were known to have
ess to that kind of magic.”
“Think about it,” I continued, my excitement growing as the pieces fell into ce. “I was the daughter of an
Alpha and Luna, which should have made me a born alpha. But somehow, I manifested as an omega instead.
And not just any omega-the most powerless, submissive kind possible.”
Damien said thoughtfully. “If someone was hunting your family, they would never think to look for an alpha
heir among the omegas.”
“Exactly. And the timing of when it lifted…” I ced my hand over my still-t abdomen. “I think my parents’
spirits somehow knew that I had found my true mate, that I was safe and loved and building a family of my
own.”
“So they gave you back your birthright,” he said softly.
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