Chapter 44 Once Again

• Denera
• I sat in the steaming bath, my hands resting on the edge as I stared down at them, still trying to process what happened the last few days. The warm water lapped at my skin, but I barely felt its soothing caress, my focus entirely consumed by the realization that I possessed the power to heal.
• "Healers..." I whispered, the word foreign on my tongue. I had heard the stories, of course - tales of werewolves blessed with the extra ability to mend wounds and cure ailments of other people than themselves with the mere touch of their hands. But to think that I, of all people, was one of them... it was almost too much to comprehend.