Ivory_Smart_2462

When a global mutation crisis grants people extraordinary abilities, Elias finds himself with one of the rarest gifts—healing. But instead of being a hero, he becomes the most wanted man on the planet, hunted by governments, mercenaries, and power-hungry elites who see him as a tool for immortality.  

Determined to live on his own terms, Elias flees, using his abilities to help those in need while staying under the radar. But survival gets complicated when a cold, lethal ex-mercenary named Kieran Wolfe offers him protection—for a price.  

As enemies close in and secrets unravel, Elias must decide: keep running, or place his trust in a man who might just be more dangerous than those hunting him.

The enigmatic healer

The ride continued in heavy silence, the weight of Kieran's past settling between them. The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. It should have been suffocating, but instead, Eliana found comfort in the steady rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his body shielding her from the cold.

As the distant glow of firelight appeared through the trees, Kieran finally spoke. "We'll stop here for the night."

Eliana nodded, sliding off the horse as he brought it to a halt. Her legs wobbled slightly from the long ride, and Kieran caught her arm before she could steady herself.

"Careful," he murmured, his hand lingering for a second longer than necessary before he stepped away.

She looked around, taking in their temporary shelter—a small clearing surrounded by thick trees. A fire pit sat in the center, remnants of old ashes hinting that travelers had been here before.

"I'll get the fire going," Kieran said, already moving toward a pile of dry wood nearby.

Eliana sighed, rubbing her arms for warmth. "And I suppose I just sit here and do nothing?"

He smirked. "Unless you know how to hunt, Healer."

She shot him a glare. "I know how to cook."

Kieran chuckled, tossing a few sticks into the pit. "That'll do. There's some dried meat in my pack. It's not much, but it'll keep us alive."

Eliana sat down, stretching out her sore legs. "You have such a way with words. Truly inspiring."

Kieran just shook his head, his smirk never fading. But beneath his amusement, there was something else—something guarded.

As the fire crackled to life between them, Eliana watched the flickering flames dance against Kieran's face, casting shadows that made him look even more unreadable.

He had lived through the end of the world.

And yet, somehow, she wasn't afraid of him.

** the healer**

the healer