Lucian's POV
I leaned against the doorframe of the main clinic, watching Diana move through the room with purpose and authority. She spoke quietly to each patient, her hands occasionally glowing with that ethereal blue light as she reinforced previous healings. But what struck me most was how the others responded to her now—and how my body responded to watching her work.
Gone were the wary glances, the whispered suspicions. Instead, pack members straightened when she approached. They listened intently to her instructions, nodding with respect. Some even smiled with genuine warmth.
"Increase the dosage for the eastern wing patients," she instructed a young healer. "Their symptoms are more advanced."
"Yes, Healer Diana," the woman replied, hurrying to comply.
Diana wasn't just healing a
