She couldn't believe what was happening to her. The fyre she used to burn Ezelreth's soul for eternity was the fyre that was healing her people.
She looked down at her hands, hands that have never done anything but break and destroy. Yet this time, they were hands of healing.
She looked away from her hands and her eyes found Ambrose; he nodded knowing exactly what she was thinking. He didn't need the bond to tell him that.
Emalea couldn't leave Damon's side. She couldn't bring herself to look away. She'd never felt this way about anyone. The desperate need for him to be okay. They were out of the rough waters, but until he was awake and talking, Emalea couldn't really find peace.
Odette left the sleeping quarters of the pack house and headed in the direction of the infirmary.
The smell of putrid skin, burned by dragon fire and rotting flesh wounds around bites given by the Turned.
