Reyna's POV
The witch's eyes locked onto me although menacing, filled with a profound understanding.
"Tell me, child, what's happening here?" she asked, her voice gentle but urgent.
My words tumbled out in a desperate rush. "My mates,they're injured badly. We need to get them medical attention, quickly. Please, you have to help us!" I pleaded but with discomfort in my tone
The witch's gaze swept over the brothers, her eyes assessing their wounds. Then, with a nod, she raised her hands. A soft, white glow ethereal sound following began to emanate from her fingers, filling the air with a warm, healing energy.
"No hospitals, child, we, witches have healed for generations" she said, her voice soothing.
"My powers will mend their wounds, more quickly and surely
