The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 4

After four years, the cottage door was finally opened.

I stepped over the threshold cautiously, listening to the distant argument between the woman and the child. The voices, however, swiftly faded to the background as I looked around, awe overcoming me.

This was not the abandoned cottage I had once sent my new wife into; it was beautiful.

n the servants’ faces; they clearly did not recognize the residence either. Flower vines even framed the windows and traveled up the walls, resulting in hanging canopies of pastel petals from the ceiling.

the cottage was not the only surprise. The woman that stood in front of the boy was more beautiful than all of the flowerbeds and roses combined. Her blonde hair looked like melted sunshine, flowing in golden waves down her back. She was petite, small but standing with

ies. Who was this gorgeous person staying in my cottage?

d at her, incredulous. “W

neer crossing her face. Even snarling, she was beautiful. Her eyes glowed like poison ivy. “Who a

on, bewildered. “This is my cottage, woman. It has been abandoned for ye

w.

. “Who are you?”

with flaring nostrils. “You don’t remember the girl you locked up in this cottage?”

wned. “I do. Where is she?”

***

Cathy

stood in front of me with the dumbest look plastered on his face.

s replaced by admiration.

ed to me like breathing. In my first step of revenge, I used the plants growing on the floorboards of the cottage to practice my new medicinal abilities along with the witchcraft. One night, I smeared the magically concocted salve over my face; it was a recipe to cure wounds.

s the best revenge.

hing was to change my baby’s scent, so that

remaining traces with the strong, sweet cloud of flowers and witchcraft plants that masked scents. Since we lived amongst them, he always smelled of the plants, replacing the musk of his natural one. Pl

For all they knew, I was long dead–the servant saw no point in returning to a rotting corpse.

n the woods. I always disguised myself, of course. Sure, I was near unrecognizable, but I did not want to risk getting identified by any of Aldrich’s guards. Who knew what they would do if they discovered I was still alive, no longer imprisoned in that cottage?

I met Clement, I mastered my abilities enough to not fear anyone else.

le, melting beneath my skin to my insides.

kfully, I never strayed from the dirt path, and a man was passing through.

, but glimmered as if there were stars in his irises.

erving food at the market, he took one glance at my collarbone then got to work. He mixed a vial of his blood with a dark brown liquid, and placed a droplet of it on my tongue.

the only other healer I had met besides myself and my sister, and I vehemently begged him to teach me after he saved my life. Due to the rarity of our species, he did.

missions of my new life.

Emily.

unwelcome guests.

ding voice, “Mommy, do you know him? Is he my daddy?”

to myself.