Three Years After

Emily's POV. The sterile scent of the hospital lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. It was a normal workday for me, but for little Mia... Little Mia lay on the operating table, her small body too fragile for a werewolf her age, cursed with congenital wolf dysplasia. Healer Joe and I had spent hours researching this rare condition, and today was the day we were finally attempting the surgery. "Steady, Emily," Healer Joe’s voice was calm in the room. I nodded, my fingers trembling slightly as I hovered them over Mia’s small frame. The energy of the wolf spirit pulsed through me, and I focused on channeling my magic. I let the energy flow through me, visualizing Mia’s wolf form, her muscles and bones, and the places where her body had failed to grow correctly. This wasn’t just a physical problem—it was deeper, embedded in her very wolf DNA. "Focus on stabilizing her," Joe reminded me, her hands glowing a soft blue as he worked on her bones. “Her