Chapter 113

• Isabella's eyes remained fixed on Danielle, her eyes widening in awe as she watched the wounds on the children disappear beneath Danielle's gentle touch. The room, once a chaotic meeting of snarling wolves and terrified screams, had transformed into a serene atmosphere, a sanctuary of healing.
• Danielle's hands moved with a gentle precision, a symphony of healing that seemed to wash away the trauma of the past few moments. Her fingers danced across the children's skin, leaving behind a trail of smooth, unblemished flesh. The children's eyes, once wide with fear, began to droop, their breathing slowing as they succumbed to the allure of sleep.
• "You're a healer?" Isabella asked, her voice low but her breathe high, her curiosity getting the better of her. The words hung in the air, a gentle inquiry that seemed to crackle with wonder.