CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY: A FINE HEART

As Rey and Lucius continued their intensive training under Seraphina's guidance in Silverwood, the Capital was eerily quiet, a lot of the residents had fled due to the conflict and those who remained were awfully vigilant and Sober. Food and basic supplies were awfully cheap and accessible yet the markets were still empty.

Alpha Magnus, still recovering from the injuries inflicted by the Lycans during the recent skirmish, found himself struggling to heal completely.

Aurora who was a healer and lent about the 7 key healing formula, visited Magnus regularly to tend to his wounds. Concern etched on her face as she noticed the lack of progress in his recovery.

"Why aren't you healing as quickly as you should, Magnus?" Aurora asked with a furrowed brow.

"I'm not sure," Magnus replied, wincing slightly as she tended to his injuries. "It's as if these wounds are different from any I've encountered before. They feel... cursed."

"Cursed? How is that possible?" Aurora questioned, her curiosity