Chapter 77: Sacred Healing
(Cassandra's POV)
The air inside the healing chamber was heavy with the distinct scent of an ancient concoction — moon-blessed sleeping drought mixed with the faint tang of silver. A soft, rhythmic hum resonated through the sacred space, vibrating through the polished stone walls. Alexander lay on the central altar, still and serene, his breathing shallow but steady.
I stood above him with silver needles glinting between my fingers. The faint glow of sacred runes on the needles shifted in tandem with my movements. My wolf, Aurora, hummed within me, her energy focused as I worked to guide healing magic through the intricate pathways of Alexander’s body.
“Jamie,” I called firmly, breaking the heavy silence.
He startled slightly, stepping closer to me. His
