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 government had never been merciful.

It was a machine of cold calculations, built on blood and sacrifice. And Eliana—she had been nothing more than an equation, a variable to be controlled, tested, and, if necessary, destroyed.

Her power was too rare. Too unnatural. A gift that defied the laws of nature itself.

She had healed wounds that should never have closed. Brought breath back to those who should have long turned to dust. She was a miracle walking, and miracles did not belong in a world ruled by men who feared what they could not control.

The walls of the experimental hospital had been too white. Too clean. The smell of antiseptic clung to the air, drowning out the stench of blood. She had lain on the cold floor, her body trembling from the drugs they forced into her veins, the steel cuffs around her wrists and ankles biting into her skin.

She had screamed. Not from pain, but from the terror of knowing she was nothing more than a specimen to them.

A rare, beautiful thing to be picked apart.

Needles had pierced her skin, electrodes pressed against her temples. They wanted to see how far she could go. How much she could take before she broke. They pushed her beyond human limits, recording every twitch of her muscles, every flicker of power that danced beneath her skin.

But they always found her. Like wolves on the scent of prey, they tracked her through every city, every safe house, every moment of fragile peace she thought she had earned.

And when she was an adult 20 precisely and successful escaped the experiment facilities she met him.

A killing machine dressed in human skin.

She had stumbled into him in the dead of night, her body weak from the chase, from the endless cycle of running and fighting. The streetlights flickered above them, casting long shadows against the damp pavement. She had been ready to fight, to claw her way free, but he had only looked at her with those unreadable eyes.

His voice had been smooth. Not gentle, not cruel. Simply a fact, spoken into the night air.

She had hesitated, breathless, exhausted. "Who are you?"

A smirk had ghosted across his lips. "The only one who can help you."

She should have run. Should have questioned the way he moved, the way he carried himself like someone who had seen more death than life. But she had been out of options, and something about him—something about the way he spoke her name without hesitation—made her stay.

And for the first time, she wasn't alone.

But safety was a fleeting illusion.

The government never let go of what was theirs.

The streets were no longer hers to walk freely. Every shadow held an enemy, every whisper carried her name. The air itself seemed charged with an unseen force, an unrelenting pull toward the fate they had carved out for her in cold laboratories and locked rooms.

s, that the war for her life had only just begun.

**eliana's past**

eliana's past