Brittany POV
The little girl is dying in my arms, and for the first time in months, I can't do anything supernatural about it. Her name is Lucy, she's seven years old, and she used to be able to turn into a wolf pup. Now she's just human, bleeding from internal injuries after getting caught in the crossfire between panicked humans and terrified ex-werewolves.
"Please," her father begs, his own transformation ability gone, reduced to an ordinary man watching his daughter fade. "You have to save her." You're the healer everyone talks about.
"I'm a trauma surgeon," I correct, my hands working with nothing but medical training as I assess her injuries. No golden light, no mystical warmth, just knowledge and experience and the desperate hope that being human will be enough. "Tyler, I need ba
