Lyra
The witch's eyes locked onto me, filled with deep understanding. “Tell me, child, what’s happening here?” she asked, her voice gentle but urgent.
My words spilled out in a frantic rush. “My mates are hurt really badly. We need medical help right away. Please, you have to help us!”
The witch’s gaze moved over the brothers, carefully checking their wounds. Then she nodded and lifted her hands. A soft white glow started flowing from her fingers, filling the air with warm healing energy.
“No hospitals, child,” she said, her voice soothing. “My powers will mend their wounds faster and more completely than any ordinary medicine.”
As the witch’s magic washed over them, hope surged through me. I watched in amazement as Vaelin’s bleeding slowed, then stopped completely, his wounds beginni
