TATIANA POV
The very air crackled with chaotic energy in the village. We walked into the healer's house with the strong scent of herbs permeating the air mixed with the warmth of flickering candlelight. I placed Lorenzo on a wooden table in the middle of the room as my heart raced, panic coursing through my veins.
"He has to be helped!" I begged, trembling in fear. "Please, he's losing so much blood!"
The healer, with kind eyes and silver hair, stepped forward. Her expression went from calm to urgent in seconds. "Get him water and clean clothes," she ordered in a commanding tone. She began quick examinations of Lorenzo's injuries while I scrambled for anything she wanted.
"Tatiana, stay by his side," the healer told me, her hands working nimbly over my son. "You need to be strong for
