The Healer Luna

CHAPTER ONE-1

FIONA

Every werewolf knows that the last thing you see before you die is the Moon Goddess, her hands outstretched to welcome you home.

That isn’t what I saw. And that is how I know that I did not die.

I forced my eyes open and the world spun. Pain exploded from almost every joint in my body and I barely managed to roll to the side before retching uselessly onto the ground.

“Stars and scars, she’s awake!” I heard someone yell.

“Wait…”

But they were already gone.

What the hell happened to me?

I wiped my mouth and took in my surroundings. I was in the clinic.

I stared at my hands as the memory of the moments right before I lost consciousness flashed in my mind.

Too many wounded..too much pain..

Oh dear goddess, what have I done?

Suddenly, the curtains of the tent were ripped open and sunlight flooded in, stabbing my eyes. Warriors poured inside, surrounding my bed, all speaking at once. It made the throbbing in my temples worse.

“Enough.” A firm voice called over the rest. “Give her space.”

Commander Beatrice stepped forward and the crowd fell back. She bowed, pressing my hand to her forehead.

“Dr. Fiona.”

“Commander Beatrice.” I forced a smile.

She straightened, not bothering to hide the relief that flickered across her face. “Forgive us doctor, but when we found you lying unconscious at the entrance to the clinic, we all feared the worst. Especially after…”

Her voice trailed off.

Just two days ago, some rogues had managed to breach our defenses. I can still hear the bomb that had nearly destroyed half of the camp.

I rose to my feet and staggered. The commander reached for me but I waved her off.

“How are the soldiers I was attending to at the clinic?” I asked evenly.

But before she could respond, someone burst into the tent, screaming my name at the top of their lungs.

It was Edward, my only real friend in this moon-rotted war zone.

“Finny!!”

I barely had time to brace myself before he threw his arms around me, sobbing loudly into my shoulders.

“You’re awake!” He blubbered “You saved me…and then I thought we’d lost you…and then…”

He was sobbing so much that his words were barely coherent. You would think I’d died and returned back to life.

Some of the other soldiers rolled their eyes and even Beatrice hid a smile behind her hands.

Edward was an…unusual soldier and at first it was strange how easily he became my friend and I was worried people might get the wrong idea. .

But it soon became clear to me and the rest of the camp members that Edward was just…well…Edward.

I bit back my laughter and patted his shoulder. “There, there Edward. It’s good to see you’re fine as well. How’s your leg?”

He’d been among those who had gotten injured in the last attack and I was a little surprised to see him jumping about.

Edward sniffed and looked in my eyes. “You don’t know?” He said.

“Don’t know what?” I replied.

Commander Beatrice leaned in. “Perhaps doctor, it would be best if we spoke alone?”

I nodded at her and she immediately sent out the crowd.

Beatrice straightened.

“Doctor Fiona, everyone in the clinic where we found you, hundreds of werewolves who were dying, they are all suddenly…well.”

Blood rushed between my ears.

“What do you mean ‘well?’”

“I mean healed, Doctor.” she replied with undisguised awe in her voice. “You healed them.”

I laughed and wagged my finger at her. “Nice try, Beatrice. Who came up with this little prank, Edward?.”

But Beatrice did not laugh along with me.

I stared at her. “Wait, you’re serious.”

The commander nodded.

“Impossible.” I half whispered, turning away so she wouldn’t see my face drained of color.

“Doctor,” Beatrice reached for me. “Are you alright, do you need to sit down?”

But I moved past her, my head in my hands.

The last thing I remember before waking up here was walking through the clinic, hearing all the wounded people crying for help.

I turned back to face the Commander. “Beatrice, healers are extremely rare and those that do exist are all in the palace, working on the behest of the Bishop and the King.”

She shrugged. “Maybe, you’ve actually been a healer all this time.”

I scoffed loudly. “What’s next, am I going to sprout wings and discover that I was secretly a fairy all along as well?”

Beatrice crossed her arms. “This is no joke, doctor.”

“Oh moon above!” I exclaimed, staring at her. “Surely, you cannot allow warriors who were sick and delirious with pain to lead you astray. The goddess healed them. Call it a miracle.”

I stared at my hands and my heart fell. Me, a healer?

Oh no.

I rushed closer to her.

“How many people besides you know about this?” I whispered.

She looked warily at me. “Not many. Only the injured warriors who were conscious at the time.”

I grabbed her hands. “Beatrice, I need you to listen to me carefully. What happened here, cannot leave this camp.”

Beatrice frowned slightly. “I don’t understand...”

I shook my head sharply, cutting her off. “You can tell the rest of the warriors that it was the goddess herself and my presence there was simply a coincidence.”

Gently, she pulled her hand from my grip.

“You are asking me to lie to my soldiers.”

“ Please, commander. Think about what would happen if the Sunglow court finds out about this?”

The commander shrugged. “I am sure the Bishop and the king would be glad that there is another healer.”

“Ah.” I laughed sarcastically, running my fingers through my hair. “Tell me, Beatrice, do you have any idea why I chose to come here in the first place?”

“Because you are stubborn?” she replied.

“Because I wanted to help people. In whatever little way that I can. If this healer business gets to the palace I will not be allowed to help anyone at all and I’d really rather not risk my freedom on the hope that someone in the palace is actually concerned about the rest of us.”

The commander shook her head and turned away.

“Please Beatrice,” I begged. “If you care about me at all, as your friend, you’d do this for me.”

Beatrice was silent for a long time. But eventually her face softened and she nodded. I almost threw my arms around her neck. But she was not a hugger and so I settled for grinning widely at her, my hands clasped under my jaw.

“Thank you, thank you so much.”

“But Doctor,” she said, If you wish this to remain a secret then, perhaps it would be best for you to return home.”

The smile fell from my face like a rock. I took a step back. “No Beatrice, I can’t just leave. The camp..”

“Is in good hands. After the blow we dealt to the rogues who attacked us, I do not believe they will be returning anytime soon and all the sick are now well thanks to you. You should go home and get some rest.”

The offer to return was more than tempting

“Plus,” Beatrice added with a smirk. “You're always rubbing it in our faces, saying how you miss your husband.”

I didn’t even bother to hide my grin. Beatrice was right. I did miss my husband.

My husband was Damian Sinclair, the alpha of the Silver moon pack and when I decided to take my medical skills to the frontline, he had been my biggest supporter. Even when my brother thought I was mad.

It was not easy being the alpha of a pack, but Damien always made time to support my skills as a doctor. I had been worried that being away for six months would be too much and sometimes I felt guilty for leaving him alone to deal with l leading the pack. But he had promised me that he would be waiting for me.

His words of encouragement were part of what had kept me going all this while. But now I missed my home. And my bed. And clothes that hadn’t been washed in the nearest pond.

I nodded, trying to hide my sudden excitement. “You’re right. I should go home.”

Beatrice smiled and touched my arm. “We will never forget what you’ve done for us.”

Oh what the heck.

I threw my arms around her neck. “And I will never forget you all either.”

The commander patted my back awkwardly, gave me a small salute and left with a quiet nod.

Almost the whole camp came out to watch me leave. I say almost because for some reason Edward was nowhere to be found. I felt a little sad that I was leaving without saying goodbye but no one could find him.

Anyway, I make my way home with an eagerness to throw myself into my dear husband’s arms.

By then, little did I know I would not only be welcomed by my husband but his mistress.