Luna’s POV

The magical whirlwind continues swirling around the room, and I watch in amazement as the wounds from Jaxon’s touch on my wolf legs begin healing instantly. The bullet holes that have been causing me pain for hours suddenly close up completely, leaving no trace that they ever existed.

But my relief is short-lived. Coach Margret recovers quickly from his surprise and approaches me with a large ceremonial knife, his eyes blazing with determination.

“If one set of wounds heals, ...