CHAPTER NINETEEN
My heart beats a terrible rhythm as I turn to the source of the yelp. Not Jake—my heart clenches at the thought—but it's one of ours. A young wolf, not yet fully grown into his paws, lies crumpled on the ground.
"Stay with me," I command, rushing to his side. His eyes are wide, fear mingling with pain. There’s no time to hesitate. I press my muzzle to his wound, the power that whispers beneath my skin stirring to life.
I don’t even think about what I’m doing, which is strange. It’s like the knowledge is deep within me. No one in our pack can heal by touch. It’s said that those with that ability died out generations ago.
Yet here I am, doing exactly that. Like it’s as natural as breathing.
And it must be. Like my ability to call forth the rain, I am healing this pup wi
