Angie stares at me, pleading with her eyes and it's breaking my heart. I was sure James was dead already. A healer I may be, but I don't think I can bring people back from the dead. I start to panic, the muscles in my chest tightening and I whimper loudly. I don't know what to do, I look all around me, frantically searching for an answer that isn't there. The fighting continues and Angie's cries are so loud that I can't think straight. A wall of Werewolves has formed around us, protecting us from any Vampires. I can't just stand here, I have to at least try. I walk over to James and place my head against his, using as much of my power as I can muster. Angie steps back, allowing me to work and watches on with great anticipation. This is too much pressure, why did it have to be James? My aur
