The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

But the noble faction grows more vocal in their opposition. They’ve started holding private meetings, discussing “containment” of what they call the “healing pack threat.” As if my ability to sense infections somehow threatens their power structure.

“It’s not just about healing anymore,” I overhear one noble telling another. “She’s gathering supporters. Building influence. Just like the old healing packs did before they became too powerful.”

What they don’t understand is that I don’t want power. I just want to help, to use these abilities that seem woven into my very being.

The head healer catches me practicing late one night, trying to understand the depth of my natural talents.

“Watch,” she says, mixing herbs in an unfamiliar pattern. “Tell me what you sense.

I close my eyes, letting my hands hover over the mixture. “It’s… wrong somehow. The combinations clash instead of working together.”

“Exactly.” She sounds pleased. “Now fix it.”

My hands move automatically, adjusting proportions, adding and removing elements until the energy feels right. When I open my eyes, she’s studying me intently.

“You did that instinctively,” she says. “No training, no reference texts. Just pure healing knowledge passed through blood.”

“Is that why they fear us- me,” I correct quickly. “Because we can sense things others can’t?”

“They fear what they don’t understand.” She begins cleaning up our work space. “But fear often masks deeper truths. Watch how they come to you in secret when they’re hurt enough. How they trust your healing despite their public stance against you.”

She’s right. Just today, one of Eris’s strongest supporters secretly sought treatment for her pup’s fever. The same wolf who hours earlier argued against allowing me near the healing supplies.

“Your gift isn’t just about healing bodies,” the head healer continues. “It’s about healing trust. Building bridges. Just like your ancestors did.”

The weight of that legacy settles on my shoulders – not crushing, but grounding. I may not have my memories or my wolf, but I have this. This ability to help, to heal, to make things better.

I sense Alaric before I see him, watching from the healing wing doorway as I work. His presence still makes my skin tingle, but I maintain professional distance as I treat my patient’s wound.

“Your technique has evolved,” he says when we’re finally alone. “You move with more certainty now.”

“I’m starting to understand it better.” I clean my workspace, aware of his eyes following every movement. “The healing, the herbs… it’s like remembering something I never knew I forgot.”

He moves closer, careful to maintain appropriate space for public areas. “The nobles are growing restless. They’ve called an emergency council meeting for tomorrow.”

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“About me?”

“About the ‘dangerous resurgence of Healing Pack powers.“” His jaw tightens. “Eris has been particularly vocal about historical precedents.”

“You mean about why they were destroyed in the first place?”

“They’re afraid, sweetling.” His voice drops lower. “Not just of your abilities, but of how many wolves are starting to trust you despite their propaganda.”

The truth of his words settles heavily. Every wolf I heal, every life I touch, shifts the balance of power ever so slightly. No wonder they feel threatened.

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