I moved quickly to the next injured soldier, a younger wolf named Ellis who'd suffered severe burns across his back and shoulders. The excitement of successfully healing Conner coursed through me like electricity.
"I can help you," I told him softly, placing my hands gently on the least damaged part of his shoulder. "Try to relax."
Ellis looked at me with desperate hope in his pain-filled eyes. Behind me, I could feel Kaelen's concerned gaze, but I focused entirely on the wounded wolf before me.
Closing my eyes, I reached again for that golden warmth inside, that divine connection that was my birthright. It came more easily this time, like opening a door I now knew existed. The power flowed through me—from my heart, down my arms, and into my hands.
The golden light spilled from my fingertips once more, sinking into Ellis's ravaged skin. I could feel the transformation happening beneath my touch—damaged tissue regenerating, new skin forming, pain evaporating.
