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I once saved a rogue who turned out to be the famous Alpha heir of the Morton Pack. I patched him up, helped him recover, and even walked him through piecing his memories back together. But when he remembered who he was, he accused me of stealing the keepsake his childhood sweetheart had given him. I denied it. He had his pack members break every finger on my right hand. A healer needed steady hands, so I'd never work as a healer again. Then he paid off some of my old patients to spread rumors and destroy what was left of my reputation. Cornered and desperate, I went to the rooftop, ready to jump. That was when the Alpha of the Manning Pack and his Luna found me. They were crying. They said, "We finally found you."