I Became the Clan’s Unwanted Hidden Healer

Mira was already wrapping a wound when the man from her healer life walked into the clan yard. At the same moment, the woman from her fighter life stepped into her clinic and stared at the blood on her sleeves. She had lived this month three times before, and each return had ended in a different ruin. So she stopped trying to save every path. Instead, she learned how to bend the coming disaster toward the few people she still could not bear to lose. Her hands could stitch flesh, break guards, and hide a kill inside a healing touch. The problem was that someone in the clan had finally noticed. The person she feared most still called her daughter.