CHAPTER 14
AURORA“Please, be still, Charolette,” I whispered, kneeling down in front of her.
While I wanted to heal her nearly more than I had wanted to be able to shift easily again, healing her sickness wouldn’t solve all her problems. Hell, was this even possible? It was cancer—f*****g cancer.
Cancer wasn’t an open wound that could be bandaged.
And she’d already tried so many treatments that didn’t work.
Charolette stared down at me with big, glossy eyes and shuffled upright on the suede couch. I placed my hands on her knees and closed my eyes, begging myself—that inner goddess or whatever I had inside of me—to heal one of my best friends.
But leukemia was in the blood, and blood was throughout the entire body, not just in one concentrated spot, like Elijah’s fatal wound had been.
