I froze.
That night came early. The Moon Goddess had cut my time short.
In the last timeline, Selena had died too—from a silver-laced wound after a rogue ambush.
The blood vaults had run dry. No healer came in time.
That was the moment Killian’s resentment toward me turned lethal.
But that had happened a month into our bond.
So why... was it happening now?
The Moon Goddess wasn’t giving me time.
She was giving me a chance—to fulfill Killian’s third regret early.
A medic’s whisper cut through the chaos.
“She’s fading. Her wolf spirit is detaching. If it severs completely... she’ll go feral. Or worse.”
Killian turned to me, and for the first time, I saw desperation crack through every layer of his Alpha pride.
“Clara... please.”
I didn’t answer.
I didn’t need to.
I was an Omega Healer—not just a mender of flesh, but a soul-weaver.
Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees beside Selena and opened my satchel.
Moonflower dust. Shadowroot ash. Spirit-binding quartz.
And my final vial of moon-charged spring water—gathered under a blood eclipse.
I mixed. I burned. I chanted.
The scent of scorched herbs filled the room as I pressed my palms to her chest, whispering verses passed down through lunar bloodlines.
My wolf stirred—weak, but willing.
She offered what little she had left.
Time collapsed.
I worked through dusk and dawn. No food. No sleep. No light but starlight.
My aura dimmed. My bones screamed. But I didn’t stop.
Not until I had nothing left to give.
When sunlight finally spilled through the stained glass, Selena’s aura was steady—but faint.
I collapsed beside her.
Killian didn’t speak.
Didn’t look at me.
His eyes stayed fixed on Selena, like nothing else mattered.
