My fair(y) wolf

Gawain‘s POV

Anne and I are walking hastily to my ward. We are both silent, our steps sound eerily in the corridors. I am glad Isabella did not ask awkward questions when I came over, why I would need my daughter with me. The truth is, though I do have considerable powers some of which help me survive as a „werewolf“ I am not a natural healer. I am a doctor because I do enjoy it, and not least because I don‘t have to pretend to shift all the time, that is very tiring for me and my „wolf“ can‘t fight at all, because he consists literally of thin air. Working in the hospital enabled me to skip patrol and fighting. And some of my powers are helpful for my patients, but actual healing is not one of them.

Anne on the other hand is definitely a healer, and a powerful one at that, though she has no idea of it. Perhaps she has an inkling, but is far from sure.

Now I need her to give her very best. There is this young man who was wounded in the chest with a silver bullet. I am losing him even though I removed the bullet and did everything I can for him, but I know, with absolute certainty that he needs to live. It’s just something I know. He has a crucial role to play. I am not mistaken about that.

And the only thing I know to prevent him from dying is Anne‘s healing power.

I am afraid I will have to answer a lot of questions for my daughter. And I know the answers will tear her world apart. But I have heard things from the wounded warriors who make it extremely likely that I will have to answer those questions anyway.

I am afraid we have arrived at a turning-point. And I am also afraid of what this turning-point will bring. But of one thing I am sure: our family will be part of what is to come!