Chapter 58: Healing Touch
(Alexander's POV)
I sat rigidly by Cassandra’s side in the Stone Pack's sacred healing den, my gaze fixed on her pale, almost translucent face. She looked hauntingly fragile, so unlike the fierce, guarded woman who’d always met me with that unshakable calm. Her breaths were shallow, uneven, a stark reminder of just how close she had come to losing herself in that cursed moonpool.
The healers moved around us with quick, practiced efficiency. Elder Marcus stood at the center, his silver hair catching the dim light as he leaned over her weakened form. He pressed his hands against her temple, his wolf humming softly as he worked to stabilize her essence. The faint luminescence of healing magic spread through his fingers, but his frown deepened.
“This reaction,
