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Chapter 118

Shawn

The dimly lit healing area buzzed with activity, the air thick with the scent of medicinal herbs. The dull ache in my b*dy seemed to fade away as I watched the bustling activity around me in the makeshift healing area.

They had been forced to house multiple people per room when it became clear their facilities were too small to tend to us all, but nob*dy seemed to mind. Shadowmoon healers moved with practiced grace, attending to the wounded members of our pack. It was a scene of unity, where the boundaries that once divided us were slowly fading

away.

From my perch on this worn-out chair, I caught a glimpse of her-a vision of kindness and understanding. I’d spotted her right away, eavesdropping on her conversations with my packmates until I had her

name.

Her emerald-green eyes sparkled with mischief as she approached me. With each step, her confidence and grace were undeniable, and those silver bracelets on her wrists whispered sweet promises with every subtle jingle. There was an aura of calmness about her, a smile that could melt hearts and put even the most restless souls at ease.

“I’m Amara,” she introduced herself, her voice a gentle breeze on a summer’s day. “I’ll be your personal wound whisperer. How are you feeling?”

I flashed her a grateful smile, savoring her compassionate presence. “Shawn. Honestly, I’ve seen better days, but being in your care makes it all worthwhile.”

Amara nodded, her gaze fixated on the scars marring my skin. The

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worst of it was that da mn bite near my hip, courtesy of that jerk Jacob. Oh, he’d get his comeuppance next time our paths crossed, for sure.

I’d never liked the man, but the chaos he had created and the fact that I

was now having to think really hard about anything but the beautiful woman helping me tend the wound to hold onto what was left of my dignity ensured my hatred.

With an air of purpose and care, she lifted the sheet they’d given me to cover myself with and began her healing work, her hands moving deftly. I focused my gaze on the textured ceiling.

“You’ve got a gentle touch,” I teased, attempting to divert my attention, though I couldn’t help flinching when she poured burning liquid into the

bite.

Amara paused for a moment, meeting my gaze with a soft smile that seemed to hold a wellspring of stories. “Thank you, Shawn. Healing in all its forms has always been my calling. It’s what I was born to do.”

Intrigued by her words, I wanted to uncover the layers beneath that compassionate exterior. What made her tick?

“So, tell me, what led you down the noble path of healing?” I inquired, genuine curiosity dripping from my voice.

Another moment of anticipation hung in the air as Amara’s eyes filled with contemplation and reflection. “It’s a story that began with personal tragedy,” she began, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. “I came to understand the profound power of healing, not only on a physical level but also emotionally and spiritually. It became my mission to bring

comfort and restoration to those in need.”

Her words were spoken with a deep sense of purpose, and her passion for her work resonated with every syllable. I couldn’t help but admire it.

Her smile seemed to brighten when I said as much.

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“Amara, you possess a gift-a special power to heal and bring solace to those who’ve suffered,” I declared, sincerity lacing my words.

A soft blush colored her cheeks, adding an extra sparkle to her already captivating presence. She resumed her work, her focus unyielding as if every wound she tended had a hidden story waiting to be uncovered.

“I’m just doing what I believe is right,” she humbly replied. “But enough about me. How did you end up in this place?”

And so, our conversation unfolded, my b*dy’s wounds becoming pathways for the exchange of stories. I shared the trials and tribulations that led our pack to seek refuge with the Shadowmoon pack, detailing the hardships we endured along the way. Amara listened intently, her eyes locked on mine, never wavering.

“You’ve been through so much,” she whispered softly, her voice brimming with genuine empathy. “But I believe in the power of unity. Together, we can conquer anything.”

Da mn, Kora would absolutely adore this girl.

Her words resonated deep within me, striking a chord that reverberated through my very being. It was something Kora and I always believed, and hearing it from this captivating woman unprompted was endearing.

A warmth grew in my heart; a fondness for this incredible woman standing before me. But amid the chaos and uncertainty that engulfed us, caution was necessary.

“You’re right,” I replied, my tone serious, with a touch of wistfulness. “Unity is our top priority now. No room for distractions.”

Amara nodded, her understanding shining through her emerald eyes. “I agree, Shawn. Our packs need us to stay focused on the big picture.”

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With that shared understanding, our conversation flowed freely, words dancing between us. We discussed our dreams for the future, the challenges awaiting us, and the hope that burned fiercely in our hearts. As Amara finished tending to my wounds, her hand brushed against mine, sending a tantalizing tingle down my spine.

“Take it easy, Shawn,” she said, a teasing smile gracing her l*ps. “Rest up and let your b*dy heal. We’ll be here with you every step of the way.”

Gratitude welled up within me as I nodded, appreciating her care and support. The sweet healer tucked me in with my sheet, and maybe-l couldn’t be sure-I felt the lingering touch of her fingers on my chest.

“Thank you, Amara. Your healing touch and kind words mean more to me than you can imagine.”

With a final smile, she moved on to attend to the next wounded pack member, leaving me to reflect on the budding connection between us. But I knew better than to let it consume me.

Until the trials were behind us, and until our packs found stability and unity, I silently promised myself I would stay focused. I wouldn’t let these feelings take hold and distract me from the greater task at hand. Our journey demanded complete focus and dedication, and I would honor that responsibility.

With renewed determination, I settled into a cozy corner of the healing area, closing my eyes to the world around me. I vowed to keep my emotions in check, allowing this flame of affection to smolder quietly until the time was right.

For now, duty called, and I had a role to fulfill, as much as it pained me.

As sleep claimed me, the promise I made echoed in my mind, grounding me. When the time came, when the dust had settled, and our packs had forged a new path together, I would explore the potential of a deeper connection with Amara.

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But until then, I remained committed to the collective well-being, ready to face the challenges ahead with unwavering resolve.

And so, as I drifted into a much-needed slumber, I held onto that promise, letting it guide my dreams and strengthen my dedication to the greater good of our packs.