HEALING
~TATE POV~
I sat in a chair against the wall, watching as the witches began their work. They chanted in that ancient language, which I still didn't understand, despite months of training. Their hands glowed with golden power as they pulled dark, twisted energy from my mates' bodies.
The dark energy resembled smoke mixed with tar, viscous and ominous.
Hours passed. Then more hours. The witches worked in shifts, some resting while others continued the purification. I refused to leave. Refused to eat or sleep or do anything except watch my mates fight for survival.
Holly brought me food eventually, forcing a plate into my hands. "You need to keep your strength up."
"I'm human now," I said bitterly, staring at the food without really seeing it. "I don't have strength anymore. I
