Healer Breaks Pack Chains

The metallic scent of blood still clung to my hands as I stumbled through the pre-dawn darkness toward the healing chambers. Three warriors had arrived at my door near midnight, their bodies mangled from a border skirmish with rogues. Marcus Thompson's men, seeking sanctuary and emergency treatment that only I could provide.

My wolf, Luna, stirred restlessly within me as we approached the familiar stone building. Something felt wrong. The usual warmth that emanated from our sacred space was absent, replaced by an oppressive chill that made my skin crawl.

"We saved them all," I whispered to myself, flexing fingers that ached from hours of channeling healing energy. The youngest warrior had been barely breathing when they'd carried him in, his chest torn open by rogue claws. Now he would live to see his mate again.

But as I pushed open the heavy wooden door, pride in my work evaporated like morning mist.

Reid stood in the center of my healing chambers, his massive frame radiating Alpha authority. His amber eyes held no warmth, no recognition of the bond that had connected us for six years. In his hand, an official scroll bore the Silverpine Pack seal.

"You missed the mandatory pack meeting," he said, his voice carrying that terrible Alpha tone that made lesser wolves submit. "Every member was required to attend."

My heart hammered against my ribs. "I was saving lives, Reid. Three of Moonstone Pack's warriors were dying. I couldn't—"

"You could have sent Elena." His interruption cut through my explanation like a blade. "Your apprentice is capable enough for basic healing."

Basic healing. The words stung more than any physical blow. I had spent the night performing techniques that no other healer in the northwestern territories could manage, weaving ancient magic with modern medicine to pull souls back from the brink of death.

"Those men would have died," I said quietly, Luna's anger beginning to bleed through my careful control. "Is that what you wanted? For me to let them die so I could sit through another political discussion?"

Reid's jaw tightened, and I caught the subtle shift in his scent—guilt mixed with something darker. Determination. "Your first loyalty is to this pack, Jenesis. Not to outsiders."

Movement behind him caught my attention, and my stomach dropped as Kassidy Price stepped into view. Her perfectly styled blonde hair caught the morning light streaming through the windows, and her lips curved in a smile that never reached her cold blue eyes.

"Alpha Reid is right," she said, her voice honey-sweet with underlying venom. "A pack healer's duty is to her own people first."

The formal scroll crackled as Reid unrolled it, and I knew with sinking certainty what it contained before he spoke.

"By Alpha authority, you are hereby suspended from all pack duties for three days," he announced, his words echoing off the stone walls of my sanctuary. "During this time, you will reflect on your priorities and your obligations to Silverpine Pack."

Three days. In