The Healer Who Couldn't Save Her Own Sister.

Chapter 2

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Elara's POV

“Oh, my God. Sister, you're awake!” I heard that familiar voice.

Iris. It felt real—like she was here, alive.

I thought I was dead.

“W…what's happening?” I asked, looking around. It was my room—the same one I had lived in before I moved in with Rowan.

Shivers ran down my spine as I slowly reached out to touch her face. I expected her to pull away… but she didn’t. Instead, she smiled.

But something wasn’t right. I was supposed to be dead.

Wasn’t I dead? Why am I here? Why does this feel so familiar? I gazed down at my clothes, it felt like I had gone through the situation before.

“I have told you, Elara—always take enough rest. You passed out because of stress.”

“Stress?”

My sister’s face instantly twisted into disgust. “Are we really doing this right now? Look at your neck—you’ve been working yourself to the bone. Ever since you started loving Rowan, it’s been nothing but trouble for you. You overworked yourself at his place, cleaning his house while still doing your healing duties. You passed out for two days.”

“I overworked?”

That felt familiar—like something that had already happened before. This was exactly how Iris had said it.

“Yes. See your hands,” she said, holding them up for me to see.

The skin was rough… peeling. Worn.

But something about it—

It felt familiar.

“Where is Rowan?” I asked again, but this time, hatred surged through my veins.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of him again? For three whole days, you were unconscious, and he didn’t even come to see you. Is that someone you really want to spend the rest of your life with?”

“No. I will not spend the rest of my life with that fucking bastard,” I seethed through my teeth.

“What?” The shock in my sister’s voice was clear—like she couldn’t believe what I had just said.

Before she could say anything else, I cut her off.

“Please leave the room. I need some time alone.”

Silence filled the room as she walked out.

I sat there, trying to process everything.

Everything felt real—like it had already happened before. I knew for certain this wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a revelation.

It was something deeper.

A second chance at life.

The universe had given me another chance… through rebirth—to make right everything I had regretted. My sister’s death. Everything I had done in my past life.

A slight knock sounded on my door before it opened, revealing my sister.

“Elara,”

I looked up at her as she continued, “If you can’t go to the full moon gathering tonight, it’s understandable. I can talk to the Pack Officers—maybe they’ll pardon you.”

I remembered this moment as well. It had happened exactly like this in my past life.

I had passed out, and then I told Rowan I wouldn’t be going because I needed to rest… but it ended in disaster.

He had looked at me, his expression hard.

“What if something happens to someone?” he had asked. “Who is going to save them?”

And the truth was… he wasn’t wrong. As the most powerful healer in the pack, the responsibility fell on me.

But I had been too weak. Still, I pushed myself anyway.

And the end result?

I was almost accused of negligence in my duty as a healer.

And that offence alone meant fifteen years of imprisonment. I hadn’t had any option but to accept what he said then.

And that was the night I chose him over my sister.

That was the night I got my sister killed.

A grin slowly formed on my lips.

“We will be going, sister. There will be a disaster tonight, and I don’t want you to die.”

“What? What disaster?” I could hear the shake in my sister’s voice. She had always been the one who was easily afraid.

“Let’s get prepared.”

The night came, everyone was heading to the market square for the celebration of the full moon. Sound of Joy, celebrations echoed right from left and right. It was a monthly celebration of the wolves.

The full moon hovered above us, making the whole place brighter than usual. Howls of joy filled the air.

My eyes glanced toward where Rowan and Serena were sitting. They were together. When Serena noticed I was looking at Rowan, she quickly moved closer to him, adjusting his collar.

I could only roll my eyes. According to pack rules, the Alpha was to mate with the strongest healer in the pack, and they were supposed to be together—as mates, then as Alpha and Luna. This would make the pack stronger.

A smirk formed on my face. This was just going to last for three seconds.

At exactly three seconds, everything changed. The bright moon started changing its color slowly. Everyone kept looking at it, not understanding what was happening. All attention was focused on it.

Just then, a loud piercing scream filled the air. All eyes turned to where the noise was coming from. It was the oldest woman in the village. Terror filled her eyes as she pointed at the sky.

“Th…this is a disaster. This is the Blood Moon.”

Gasps filled the place. Everyone had heard of the tales of the Blood Moon, but no one had experienced it. It came once in a millennium, and for the past two millennia, no one had seen it. As a result, it had become nothing more than a folktale—until tonight.

Soon, wolves started going berserk. Those who were not strong began running, hiding under the sheds. But even the sheds couldn’t protect them.

This was a curse that had been placed on us—rumored to be from the Moon Goddess herself, as a result of the atrocities of wolves.

But one thing was certain. On this night, just like every time it appeared, one person from the pack would be struck with the sickness of the Blood Moon curse. I knew I couldn’t do anything, no matter how hard I tried to stop it.

Just then, a loud shriek resounded right beside me. It was my sister. She collapsed.

My heart raced as I fixed my gaze on her. I quickly rushed to her side, ignoring everything else. I checked her pulse—it was faint.

“Please… sister, I don’t want to die.”

Before I could speak, I heard another voice.

Just like it had happened in my previous life.

It was Serena’s voice.

“Please, somebody help. The Alpha has been struck with the Blood Moon Curse.” Her voice diverted everyone’s attention to where they had been sitting earlier. Now, she was there, trying to revive him.

Whispers filled the place, no one believing what had just happened.

“Two curses? In one night?” the oldest woman from earlier spoke, her voice ringing out. “That’s an abomination—and it’s caused by the Alpha.”

Shock filled everyone’s faces. Gasps turned into murmurs, as if they had forgotten the rules that had existed in this pack for so long. But I wasn’t shocked. I had seen all this before.

“The Alpha is meant to mate with the one who has the strongest healing power. The last Alpha didn’t… and neither has this one. Now we are the bearers of this tribulation.” Her voice trembled with terror.

The noise grew louder. People started accusing them, pointing fingers toward where Rowan and Serena were.

But I wasn’t ready for this. All I cared about was my sister. I quickly carried her, ready to take her somewhere calm so I could heal her.

“What can be done? Please?” Serena pleaded, holding onto Rowan.

“A healer can heal him,” someone said.

“You see?” Serena’s mocking tone filled the air. “A healer can do that. The Alpha doesn’t need to mate with the strongest healer.” She raised her voice, overpowering the crowd.

Everyone watched as she began to heal him. At first, a golden light surrounded Rowan, but it slowly began to darken—black mixing with gold.

Everyone knew what black meant.

Danger. Death.

But she kept going.

Just then, Rowan coughed—blood spilling from his lips as his skin began to turn pale.

Right on time, one of the Elders stepped forward. “Stop this, Serena. Can’t you see he’s dying?”

Only then did she look down.

A loud laugh echoed. The old woman again.

“You’re such a fool. Do you think there wasn’t a reason it was said the strongest healer must be the Alpha’s mate? Your Alpha brought this upon himself—and only a strong healer can save him. Not you, Serena.”

Meanwhile, I was already at the back. I had started performing the ritual—just like I did the last time, but now for my sister.

Seven candles were placed around her, her body lying within the circle. As I began, a soft pink light formed, surrounding her. Minutes passed, and the glow slowly rose into the air, stretching toward the sky.

My sister’s body began to calm with each passing second.

Only when I noticed her breathing had steadied did I stop.

I was already growing weak, but that didn’t matter. As long as she was alive… that was enough.

I leaned against a tree, trying to regain my strength. I stretched my hand forward and noticed my skin—pale, almost white.

“Elara.”

The sharp voice made me turn. It was Serena.

“Don’t you know the Alpha was struck with the Blood Moon Curse? Come and heal him.”

Anger washed through me. Disgust followed closely behind. Why had I ever allowed her to treat me this way… all because of a man I loved?

“Don’t you have the power anymore?” My voice came out sharp, mocking.

Her eyes flickered with embarrassment as she looked around. Everyone was watching her now—like she was the disaster.

“I’m sorry, Lara,” she said, kneeling in front of me. It was fast. Strange. Unexpectedly. This hadn’t happened in my past life. “I didn’t mean to. I’m just scared, Lara.”

“I can help, Serena. I just healed my sister—and if you can’t see, I’m exhausted. I’ve used up my power.”

With that, I stood, and with the little strength left in me, I lifted my sister again.

“You can’t let him die. You have a crush on him so much, don’t you?” Her words stopped me.

“Crush?” I scoffed.

I wanted to say more—tell her to fuck off—but I shook my head. She wasn’t worth it. I turned and began to leave.

“You’re abandoning the Alpha! Do you understand what that means, Elara? You will be banished from the pack.”

I didn’t turn back.

“If that’s the case, then no problem. Banish me. I’m done sacrificing for people who don’t value me.”