***Will***
The searing pain that had gripped me for so long suddenly vanishes, like a heavy weight being lifted from my mind. Clarity rushes in, filling the space where agony once ruled.
I cough, my eyes fluttering open as a vivid, brutal memory crashes over me—Erebus, his twisted form caught between man and Lycan, sinking his teeth into me.
I feel itchy.
I start tearing at the bandages that are wrapped around my abdomen, craning my neck to watch in relief as the wound somehow begins to heal itself. I breathe several sighs of relief, my head landing back on the pillow. If the outside had healed, my insides would heal fine, with time.
"I stripped it all away," I hear a familiar voice say with some effort, "every single trace. The infection, the blood magic, all of HIM."
I try to foc
