CHAPTER 53: SHIRLEY THE HEALER

Shirley stood at the dining room entrance, her eyes sweeping over the scene. The food she had brought lay on the long wooden table, now picked clean by eager hands. Elara, Zack's mate, stood in the center of it all, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She twirled around, laughing and chatting with those around her. Shirley smiled, though confusion still stayed beneath her calm exterior. How could she have healed Elara? She had merely held her hands, offering comfort, not a cure. Yet, Elara's vibrant energy suggested otherwise. As she mused over this mystery, Zack approached her again, his eyes warm with gratitude. "Shirley," he began, his voice soft but filled with sincerity, "thank you. I know you may be tired of hearing it from me; I don't know how you did it, but you've given Elara back to us; I almost thought I had lost her." Shirley shook her head slightly, attempting to downplay her role. "I didn't do anything, Zack. Maybe it was a coincidence, or Elara needed some hope to pul