My dad and I watched the door as Alpha Senior Samuel and Eric pressed in. Both grabbed chairs from the wall and slid close.

Samuel gave a smile to my dad. "Jerry."

"Sam." He smiled back, friendly as the two were Alpha and Beta for years together.

"Whoa is this Kara?" Eric picked up the picture of Kara as Cinderella. He looked to me and smirked. "Pretty girl."

I rolled my eyes at his taunt. "So what do you know about Kara?" I asked to Samuel trying to get to business.

His baritone voice answered, grey hair waving. "She is a healer."

"Healer?" My dad and me spoke together.

"Like the book she took?" I continued.

"Yes," he answered. "Ralph and I had many conversations about it. We weren't sure then, but if she survived the fire, I'm reasonably certain she is now."

"What makes you think so?" My dad asked.

Samuel looked between us, and Eric held out his arm again showing me the scars on his arm. "Because we believed she healed Casey from dying that day."

"What happened?" I asked, my chest heaving with need to know.

Eric started. "We were eight. We were going exploring and went down to the lake, out of pack boundaries. We were met by three rogues stopping for their own drink. I told her to run and tried to fight them, protect her, because neither of us had our wolves yet. They thought it was hilarious a pup stood to fight and decided to teach me a lesson. They could tell I was the alpha junior." His brows came down in anger. "They sliced me up bad. Made a toy of me pretty much. And to think they did that to an eight year old is disgusting."

"What happened to her?" My blood surged to know that my mate was safe.

Eric sighed. "I don't know. The rogues left me for dead and I passed out." He looked to his dad.

Samuel continued the story. "Patrol heard screaming and ran the rogues out. They then smelled the blood and rushed to check. Both of them were there and passed out. Both covered in blood, but neither had any open wounds. She had what looked to be old scars cut below her eyes and Casey had fresh scars all over his body, but all were in various stages of healing. But the sheer number of them, with his age and no wolf, he should have died."

My dad asked, "you suspect she healed them?"

Samuel nodded. "That is what Ralph and I inferred. Ralph's mate came from a line that has held a few healers in the past, so that's what started the imaginings. She was still so young, so we thought she couldn't heal them completely before her power gave out and she collapsed." He then looked down to my desk over her photo. "Within the next week though, the scars under her eyes were gone and Casey's were the white raised lines as they are today."

I thought of seeing Kara's beautiful face, fresh with cut scars at her cheeks and flushed rage. As I thought over her soft body, my mind traced her curves, remembering no scars or blemishes now though.

Samuel sat back against his chair, staring at Eric. "Benson, Ralph's son, had always been a bit more human than the rest of us. A free spirit I suppose. He wanted to go to human school. He wanted to have a human job. He refused to step up to the beta position and Ralph chose to keep it until Jonah, Kara's oldest brother, would be old enough to take it. But after the attack on Kara, Benson went crazy. Threatened to take his family away and leave pack life. There were many fights between him and Ralph that being in the pack was too dangerous for his family. Ralph and I agreed that he'd hide the Healer book in her things and if Benson did take them away, that she would find it when she was ready."

"But then the fire," my dad inserted.

Samuel looked to him and nodded. "Just over a week after the attack, arson occurred on the Day household. We believed it was the same rogues that cut up the children. It seemed as if wolfsbane bombs were thrown in first to halt the family from running, or else someone would have woken up to the smoke scent. We checked the tunnels under the house, but there were no scents of survivors going through them."

"But we think maybe she did go through them," Eric took his turn. "She was able to hide her scent through our halls."

Samuel nodded agreement to his son. "Healers have the ability to mask their scent, as well as those in their care. A protection for any injured."

Eric spoke again, excited. "And they can force shift wolves, depending on what form is easier to work on."

"Garrett," I understood.

"Yes," Eric's eye lit.

We quickly filled my father in.

Samuel continued. "So after the funeral the healer book was placed back in the shelf and forgotten."

My dad gave a slight grin. "But I never cleared that particular shelf. And neither did William. So she had to get it on her own."

Eric nodded impressed. "That's fate for you."

I scowled a teasing look. "Took long enough for fate to get her back to me."

Eric shrugged. "Maybe she had to get her degree first without a puppywolf over her shoulder during exams."

I gave a teasing growl with a grin.

He smiled appreciatively.

Samuel took a breath interrupting. "Back to Kara...."

We all let out a chuckle.

He continued, "If she is a healer, she'd essentially be a wolf caught in human form."

"What does that mean?" My father asked.

"They have all the werewolf characteristics. But they aren't able to shift into a wolf. If she really is a healer as I suspect, she can run as fast as we can when we are transformed, but as human. She'd be as strong, have tough skin, be able to mind link, everything that wolves can do, but not be a wolf. Casey said she has even followed his alpha commands."

My father's eyes met mine and he searched through the papers. He held the elementary permission slip to Samuel. "She was told never to perform in physical education as a child."

Samuel scanned the document. "It makes sense. You wouldn't be able to stop a child from performing to their hardest. It was probably easier to just stop her from running, then asking her to run slowly."

Beta William, come quick. John's inner voice cut through my conversation.

What is it? I asked, immediately on edge if something happened to my mate.

The others noticed I was mind linking and quieted.

She's singing. And she's really good at it. You'll want to see this. She's hot!

Watch it. My inner voice grumbled.

He laughed. I am. And so is every other wolf here. Come on. She's really good. He let me see through his eyes and her song was already enchanting even through him.

I stood from my chair in a quick motion. The other wolves eyes followed me. "Excuse me everyone. I've been informed that Kara is singing."

"She's singing?" Eric asked with interest.

I started out the door with my father on my trail. "We'll all come."

"I want to see this too," Eric laughed.

Soon we were all running through the halls, an elevated human run, and were in the doorway of Blake and Catherine's reception hall.

And she was singing. I could have been seeing her for the first time all over again. The mate bond crackled around me. Her blue dress, sparkling like diamonds, or as if she were the night's sky and stars were her. The spinning lights above, dancing off her in radiant beams. Her strong alto a low jazz quality to her voice, a gorgeous siren song bringing me in.

"She's pretty good," my dad whispered to me. "And beautiful."

I agreed, quiet to just him. "Beautiful."

She then turned to the door and though she was all the way across the room and the stage lights pressed against her, it was like her eyes sought mine. When our eyes met a smile slipped to her lips and her singing faltered for a few seconds.

I nodded once urging her to continue and she caught herself up. She tried to look back to Blake and Catherine dancing under the spotlight, but she kept focusing back on me. Dad's phone light went off catching her in a photo.

I chuckled under my breath. "You better send that to me."

"I will Son. Just have to send it to your mother first."

Her song ended as she stared at me. We all clapped for her and she took her bows, redness seeping into her cheeks. Our fathers stepped away, but Eric stayed next to me watching her strong too. I wished I could be angry at the history they shared, but I was happy he was there to watch over her when she was small. She quickly threw the praise off herself and back onto the couple. She started walking off the stage, her eyes on me, when Catherine caught her. And when Catherine started talking to her about that worthless punk of a person I mind linked with Blake.

Blake. Your wife is taking my mate. I teased.

I'll grab her. He laughed and excused Catherine from the conversation.

Kara looked back at me. I stepped toward her and Eric's hand grabbed my shoulder.

"Will, you can't go to a wedding reception looking like that." His eyes pointed to my sweatpants and lack of shoes.

I swore. "Don't let her leave."

"I won't," he promised as he started toward her and I disappeared to go get dressed.