Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

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Morning sunlight filtered through the trees as I stood at the entrance of my newly established clinic. I adjusted the wooden sign hanging above the door that read “Moonlight Healing Center” and took a deep breath. This small building at the edge of the forest had been completely transformed over the past week, and now it was finally ready–my dream realized.

“These silver–specific tweezers and wolfsbane remedies should be enough for most common injuries,” I murmured to myself, organizing the carefully labeled supplies on the shelves. My fingers traced the edges of the instruments I’d designed myself, feeling a small surge of pride despite my nerves.

I’d spent days meticulously arranging the treatment room with specialized tools and herbs, determined to create a safe haven for injured werewolves.

Despite my preparations, doubt crept into my mind as three hours passed without a single patient.

I sighed, rearranging jars of dried herbs for the third time. “Maybe they don’t trust a healer without a wolf,” I whispered, the familiar pang of inadequacy

washing over me.

As I sorted through my supplies, I carefully separated the moonflower herbs. “This needs to be stored separately–it’s effective for muscle spasms during the

full moon. Grandmother Isabel had taught me that during our brief time together.

My keen senses detected injured werewolves lingering at a distance, their scents carrying notes of pain and hesitation. They were watching, waiting, but none dared approach. The rejection stung, but I continued my work, determined to prove my worth.

Around noon, the sound of approaching footsteps caught my attention. I turned to see Olivia and Emma at the door, carrying a basket of food and tea. My spirit lifted at their familiar faces.

“Thought you might need some lunch, Olivia said, her eyes scanning my empty clinic. “Evelyn, you’ve set this place up beautifully. Very professional. But

where are all the patients?”

I offered a bitter smile. “They probably don’t trust an outsider from the Gray family, especially one without official pack status. I tried to keep the disappointment from my voice, but it seeped through anyway.

Emma set the basket down and unpacked containers of warm food that made my stomach growl. “The silver poisoning cases have been increasing lately. They need your help, whether they realize it or not.

“We can help with that,” Olivia declared, her expression brightening with determination. “As members of the Hall family, our endorsement carries weight.”

Before I could respond, Olivia walked outside the clinic. Standing tall, she released a powerful surge of Alpha energy that rippled through the surrounding forest. Her voice carried authority as she announced, “The Moonlight Healing Center is officially supported by the Hall family! This healer is under our

protection!”

The declaration hung in the air, powerful and unmistakable. I felt a rush of gratitude as I watched Olivia return, a satisfied smile on her face. This was more support than my own family had ever shown me.

“That should do it, Olivia said confidently.

Within thirty minutes, Olivia’s proclamation began to show results. I felt my heart race as a hesitant family approached the clinic, the mother carrying a young cub whose arm bore the distinctive burn marks of silver exposure.

“We heard you can treat silver injuries,” the mother said, her voice tight with worry. “It’s been a week, and he still has a fever.”

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I gently took the child, slipping into my clinical demeanor to mask my excitement at finally having a patient. “The silver particles have penetrated beneath the skin. That’s why he’s not healing properly,” I explained, examining the wound carefully. “I can help him.”

Using the specialized tweezers I had designed myself, I expertly extracted the tiny silver fragments embedded in the cub’s skin. The child whimpered, but I worked quickly, my movements precise and confident despite my racing heart.

“This herbal mixture will neutralize any remaining silver toxins,” I said, applying a greenish paste to the wound. Almost immediately, the angry red lines

around the burn began to fade, and the child’s skin started to heal.

Tears filled the mother’s eyes. “Thank you, Healer, she whispered, cradling her now–smiling cub.

Word spread quickly after that first successful treatment. More werewolves began arriving–a teenager with a broken bone from a shifting accident, an elderly wolf with silver trap injuries, a young woman struggling with moon cycle control issues. Finally, I was doing what I was meant to do.

I worked tirelessly, treating each patient with care and expertise. Emma and Olivia assisted where they could, fetching supplies and comforting those waiting. For the first time in years, I felt truly useful–valued for my skills rather than judged for my lack of a wolf.

An elderly werewolf watched me work with what looked like admiration in his eyes. “Your technique reminds me of the Moonlight Healer from years ago- Isabel Gray. She had the same gentle touch.”

I smiled, a bittersweet warmth filling my chest. “She was my grandmother. She taught me what she could, though our time together was brief.” The memories were precious, fragments of belonging I had clung to through my darkest days.

The old wolf’s eyes widened. “You’re Isabel’s granddaughter? No wonder you have such talent!”

By mid–afternoon, the clinic was bustling with activity. I moved efficiently between patients, my confidence growing with each successful treatment.

The calm was shattered when a group of young werewolves burst through the door, carrying an unconscious pack member. A silver dagger protruded from his chest, blood soaking his shirt. My heart dropped at the severity of the injury.

“Hunter attack,” one explained breathlessly. “We didn’t dare remove it.”

Emma gasped at the severity of the wound. “This is too serious–we should take him to the city hospital.”

I shook my head firmly. “There’s no time. The silver poison is spreading. I need to handle this now.” I directed them to place the injured wolf on the treatment table and quickly prepared my instruments, my mind racing through the procedure I knew I needed to perform.

With steady hands that betrayed none of my internal tension, I extracted the dagger using a special technique that minimized bleeding. I immediately pressed on pressure points while simultaneously injecting a self–made antidote into the wound.

Olivia watched in amazement. “Where did you learn to do that? Even our pack healers can’t work with such precision.”

‘I learned survival skills in the darkest places,” I replied briefly, unwilling to revisit those memories. The shadows of my past were not something I wanted to bring into this place of healing.

As I finished bandaging the patient, the clinic door burst open again. This time, Victoria–my mother in name only–stormed in, flanked by two Gray family guards. The patients tensed, one letting out a low growl. My stomach knotted at the sight of her.