Free Web NovelChapter 113: Chapter 113
Diana worked specifically with Emma on healing over the following days. I watched them in the practice room, Diana patiently explaining visualization techniques.
"Don’t think about the injury," Diana instructed. "Feel it. Understand what’s wrong on an instinctive level. Then imagine your energy knitting it back together."
Emma’s face scrunched in concentration. Diana had a paper cut on her finger—our standard practice injury.
"I can’t—" Emma started.
"You can," I said from the doorway. "Emma, you healed my paper cut last week. You have this ability. You just need to trust it."
Emma took a deep breath. Her hands started to glow—faintly, but definitely there. Golden light surrounded Diana’s finger.
The paper cut closed. Not completely, but enough. freewebnσvel.cøm
Emma stared at her hands, then at Diana’s finger, then burst into tears. "I did it. I actually did it!"
Diana hugged her while I cheered from the doorway. Christian, who’d been passing by, stuck his head in to see what the commotion was about.
"Emma’s first real healing," I told him.
His smile was brilliant. "Told you you’d be an amazing teacher."
Jade was struggling with protective barriers. I spent hours with her, demonstrating how to create the shimmering shields.
"Start small," I instructed. "Just around your body. Feel your energy extending outward, creating a protective bubble."
Jade tried. And tried. And tried.
Nothing happened.
"This is pointless," she finally snapped, standing up. "I can’t do this. My Alpha was right—I’m defective."
"Sit down."
"Sophie—"
"Sit. Down." I used a bit of Luna command, something Diana had taught me. Jade sat, looking mutinous. "You know what your problem is?"
"That I’m a failure?"
"That you don’t believe you deserve protection. Not from others, and not from yourself." I crouched in front of her. "Jade, protective barriers come from self-worth. You can’t shield yourself if you don’t think you’re worth shielding."
Jade’s eyes filled with tears. "My Alpha makes me feel worthless."
"Then we’re going to work on that first. Because you are worth protecting, Jade. You’re worth everything."
We spent the next hour just talking. About her Alpha, her fears, her pain. By the end, Jade wasn’t any closer to creating barriers, but her walls had come down a little.
Progress came in different forms.
The breakthrough happened a week later.
I was demonstrating emotional strengthening techniques—how to lend stability to pack members during difficult times. Rachel was naturally talented at it, picking up the skill almost immediately.
"It’s like... lending them some of my calm?" Rachel said, successfully soothing an anxious sanctuary refugee during practice.
"Exactly. You’re not controlling their emotions, just offering support."
Emma tried next, managing to ease a young wolf’s pre-exam jitters. Jade watched, her expression hungry.
"I want to try," Jade said quietly.
"Okay. There’s a pack member outside who’s nervous about a job interview. Try to lend them some confidence."
Jade closed her eyes, focusing. Her Luna energy reached out—I could feel it through my abilities. Tentative at first, then stronger.
The pack member’s anxiety decreased. Their confidence increased.
Jade’s eyes snapped open. "Did that work?"
"That worked perfectly," I said, grinning. "Jade, you just used Luna abilities."
"But I couldn’t do barriers—"
"Everyone’s strengths are different. You’re naturally good at emotional work. We’ll get to barriers eventually."
For the first time since arriving, Jade smiled. Really smiled.
Christian checked on training sessions every day. He’d stick his head in, ask how things were going, and encourage the students.
"Your Alpha really supports this program," Emma said one afternoon after Christian left.
"He supports Sophie," Rachel corrected with a knowing smile. "You should see how he looks at her."
"Like she hung the moon," Jade added. "My Alpha never looks at me like that."
"Christian didn’t always," I admitted. "We had to work on our relationship. Build trust. Communication." I paused. "Your Alpha probably doesn’t realize how his behavior affects you. Have you talked to him?"
"I’m scared he’ll confirm what I already suspect—that he wishes he had a different mate."
"Or he’ll surprise you. You won’t know until you try."
Diana spent her evenings documenting everything. Every technique, every lesson, every success, and every failure.
"This needs to be preserved," she said, showing me the comprehensive manuals she was creating. "Luna knowledge was lost once. We can’t let it happen again."
The guidebooks were incredible—detailed instructions, illustrations, and troubleshooting tips. Diana had thought of everything.
"We should make copies," Christian suggested at dinner. "Share them with other packs."
"You think they’d want them?" I asked.
"Sophie, you’re revolutionizing Luna education. Of course they’ll want them."
He wasn’t wrong. We’d already received six more inquiries from packs wanting to send their Lunas for training.
"You’re going to need to expand the program," Connor said. "Maybe run multiple sessions throughout the year?"
