HEALER

Diana

I woke up in the middle of the night to the same horrible nightmare.

When I was 6 years old, the image of my family and my pack killed by a Lycan was in front of my eyes.

While I run scared through the forest on a night of rainy and terrible lightning, yes, I often see these moments in my nightmares.

I don’t know why they did it to them. My family were the best people I knew. My father was a great alpha. My mother was a great doctor and healer.

I can only guess that it has something to do with my abilities.

I got up and went to the kitchen to buy a glass of water. I looked out the window and saw a full moon hanging in the sky.

Tonight the sky is red, it means that someone died, yes I feel it, I can always feel the mass killings because I am a powerful healer like my mother.

It was our close friend, Aunt Darla, the witch of our pack, who found and rescued me in the forest on the night my parents were killed.

They were very close with my mother. Unfortunately, his witchcraft capabilities did not work on the killer Lycan.

Later, Aunt Darla learned that this was due to the fact that Lycan had a strong black magic.

The scoundrel, the murderer had collaborated with witches who had betrayed their own assemblies.

Aunt Darla told me about all my talents but said that when I was ready she would tell me who I inherited them from.

I was a child at the time, so I accepted and continued my way.

Aunt Darla told me that she had to go to her parliament one day when I was 16. He left and never came back, I never found out why but I know he will never leave me. Or that he wouldn’t do it willingly.

Yes, that’s how my wonderful story began. I use my talents for those who need me because some good people deserve to live.

When I use force, I make sure that no one will see me, sometimes if I use too much force I can faint for a while.

I don’t yet know exactly what level my healing ability will reach. Time will show that.

I am a young woman twenty years old and I am now taking care of myself. Of course, life was easier when Aunt Darla was with me, but now I’m alone.

Yes, I’m Diana Morrison, a tall woman with white hair and amber eyes. Aunt Darla used to say that I looked a lot like my mother.

When I see supernatural beings like werewolves, witches, and Lycans, I can feel what they are, but they only see me as a human being.

Yes, I am a human being, just like my mother, but I am a strong person with talents.