Julian's POV
I said her name before I could catch myself, and a storm of emotions swelled inside me. Looking more closely at Healer Amanda, her resemblance to my late ex-wife was less apparent than I’d first thought.
Whereas Amber’s hair had been deep, dark brown, Healer Amanda’s was like liquid gold. Healer Amanda’s face was scarred, at least the part I could see. Her mask covered her chin.
Yet these emotions, this jolt of recognition, had lit up my whole body. There was a familiar shifting inside me. Could it be? Was Rory, my wolf, ready to come out of his dormant slumber?
Rory stirred, restless. I wanted to act, to jump up and ask Healer Amanda a million different questions. I had the strange urge to take her into my arms. With all of the publicity around Healer Amanda’s arrival
