Help Her Heal Novels & Stories

teasing her. “ no ” she answered and I smiled. “ very well, carry on with the execution ” the blade was drawn and she was made to kneel , I would cut off the hands that touched her later ,for now I wanted to take note of her reactions. “ we pray the goddess thy soul to keep ” the Pack chanted , like we do others that has died by the blade . her mind seemed to come to a conclusion. “ wait ! I can heal you Emperor. ” I laughed.

: is she okay or does our Queen B needs rehab? I took her phone from her. What is this? I whispered, you tell me! She said immediately. Where were you last night Zuri, I searched for you, I asked and I came out, your car had zoomed off in the night, I asked Mason he said, you had migraines and you needed to rest and I shouldn't worry, only for me to see this when I woke up in the morning. What time is it, I asked It's we need a solution o clock, G answered sarcastically. Hahaha, how funny I responded, what do they mean by rehab? What is going on

The word she had used was ‘help’. "Yes, I do." "What is this method?" "I can’t tell you." "Well, if you can’t tell me, then I have no reason to believe you." "You're right. But I can tell that you are out of options here.” “I will not let you anywhere close to him.” She held my gaze for a long moment before finally speaking. “The only way to heal him is to take away his wolf.” “What?” “You heard me.” “No. I won’t let you do that.”

she asks and takes a sip of her home brewed coffee. "I did. I still am, actually. It's not that easy you know. I can't just wake up tomorrow and forget about her completely," I say and stab my bacon with my fork and I shove it into my mouth. "I know. One step at a time. Healing takes time and you can't rush it. Some people hurt for years and heal quickly, some hurt for a short period of time, and take a longer time to heal. Different people heal differently and I'll be here when you need me. I want to see you look healthier and stronger, okay?" she says and I can see her eyes are a little moist than usual.

It rings with truth and that is something I cannot deny, especially now that she has run off with another man, taking our son with her. Her dark aura seems to dissipate as her eyes take on their natural, emerald color. “Good! I thought you needed a reminder of what she has done to you. I was there, and I helped you get through the pain while she was betraying you.” she says calmly, reminding me of that night when I screamed in pain and she was the only one by my side. She was able to heal my body through the bond. Only a mate or a parent can use their abilities to help a wolf heal if unable to do so himself. I could vividly remember the pain that got ahold of me and was certain I was going t

she admitted. The bastard couldn’t even attempt to help tend to the wounds he created. He didn’t care about this poor girl. She was just someone there for him to beat on. “I can heal these.” She gave me a look of surprise from over her shoulder. “You can?” I nodded. “I have to touch you in order to do it though, so it may hurt at first. Can you handle that?”

It tugs up from my gut, a warm sensation spreading through my body, and flows out through my fingertips. In that moment, she turns abruptly to face me, her gaze sharp and questioning. The shock in her voice is palpable as she asks, “What are you doing?” The sight before me only intensifies my resolve to heal her. Her broken wrist, evident in its awkward angle, is a painful reminder of the ordeal she has endured. Her ribs bruised, hint at the extent of her suffering. With unwavering focus, I allow my healing energy to envelop her. It washes over her like a gentle wave, soothing her wounds and relieving her pain. The sound of her breaths becomes steady, a sign that the pain is subsiding.

I replied. "I don’t know if I can help her. Do you know what she is?" she asked me with a look of worry. “Aye, Thane is adamant about healing her. She might be part of the prophecy.” I answered. Knowing it might motivate her, and I wanted her healed as well. “Okay. I’ll do what I can. I’ll need space to work.” She said politely, hinting at being left alone. She grabbed some bandages and her medical bag as my brothers and I turned and left.

Despite the passage of days, she wasn't showing any signs of improvement, except for her vitals consistently registering positively whenever he played the harmonica. One morning, he sat on a chair beside her bed, staring at her closely. Liam took the time to fix her hair, gently brushing it away from her face. With a heartfelt plea, he whispered, "Whatever you are going through, I hope you heal, forgive yourself, and find the strength to come back for yourself and those who love you dearly. Fight!"

She helped him sit up and offered him a glass of water, encouraging him to take small sips to stay hydrated. Mama Hazel suggested they spend some time in the garden, enjoying the fresh air and sunlight. Theo agreed, feeling grateful for the opportunity to soak in the healing energy of nature. They sat on a bench under a shady tree, listening to the birds chirping and feeling the gentle breeze on their faces. As the days turned into weeks, Theo's strength gradually returned. Mama Hazel continued to be his pillar of support, guiding him through his recovery with patience and understanding. She reminded him to listen to his body, rest when needed, and not to push himself too hard.