Chapter 20: Old Wounds
(Elara's POV)
The air hummed with magic in the pack's healing center. The faint scent of moonstone and herbs surrounded me, a reminder of the countless nights spent healing here. I gripped a thick folder of notes as Maya, the head healer, scanned the details of Ethan’s new treatment.
"The moonstone crystal therapy has shown promise," I said, keeping my voice steady. "It could stimulate his wolf and repair fractured pathways in his magic."
Maya frowned, her fingers lingering on a diagram. "The process is risky. And it relies on the patient’s willingness to shift forms regularly during the recovery phase. Do you think he’ll commit this time?"
That question hit harder than I expected. I inhaled, trying to steady my thoughts. "I… I don’t know,” I admitted. “But
