The Lycan Heir's Forbidden Healer.

et's

ter, because in all my twenty years of living in Silver

allway with a foolish, trembling hope blooming in my chest. Today was the day the Moonvale letters were due. Three months of sleepless nights over healing texts

ily deserved good new

o the dining

id softly. "Did

se that joy was not aimed at me. It was aimed past my shoulder at the girl seated at the head of the tab

accepted to the combat academy in the central region!

ittle smile, and the whole family cooe

e years of wandering outside the pack, and I had wept with pure happiness the day she came home. I had given her my war

e cold crept up my spine. "Congratulations, Sera. But where

the world, and my brother Corvin leaned back in his chair and watched

I s

ilver crescent of the central academy, already torn open and handled many times. The other sat apa

h shaking fingers

Territory. We are pleased to inform

nd then a third time while the ro

e. I applied for healing at Moonvale, and my accep

s. "But Seraphine had been placed at Northfang first, and she found the climate far too col

racked on the word. "You gave aw

ne years sleeping in barns and forests. Her body is frail and her wolf hardly stirs. She would not survive a single wint

g my voice low made my hands shake. "I spent three mon

," Mother said gently, as though soothing a fussy c

r years. I understood when you gave Sera my bedroom and my coats. I understood when you asked me t

eyes turned cold as river ice. "Stop b

her lip trembled so prettily that ev

if it hurts you so badly, take Moonvale back. I will go to

nd Father patted her hand while Corvin dropped to one knee besid

dy is sending you anywhere that will hurt you.

e look landed like a fist. "Look what you did. Yo

ature with no room left inside it for a fifth, and I felt someth

hink to ask what

It was the plain, honest silence of people

letter along its creases and tucked it into my satchel beside my healing no

closed it softly behind me,

rived, I sat on the edge of the bed with my phone clutched in both hands and

Valdez, Northfa

ad told me the border garrison needed healers who could fight, and that a special enlistment path existed for those willing t

ddering breath

er still stands, I accept. I do not want the academy

ithin minutes, st

cannot return home whenever you wish. Your life will no

rifting up through the floorboards, and a warm, stubborn spark kindled ben

y mind, I wrote. Please