CHAPTER NINETEEN
The forest is calm, the only sound is the gentle rustling of leaves as a soft breeze kisses the treetops. I watch with bated breath as the she-wolf, once on the brink of death, stretches her newly healed limbs. Her coat, once matted and dull, now glistens under the dappling sunlight that filters through the canopy. She flexes her paws, muscles rippling beneath her sleek silver fur - a testament to the life force that courses through her once more.
"Look at you," I whisper with a smile that stretches from ear to ear. My heart swells with pride. This she-wolf, abandoned and broken, has found strength anew because of my healing touch. It's moments like this when I feel connected to something greater, something boundless and pure. The magic that flows within me is more than
