Dean pushed through the clinic door. The beds were lined to the far side of the room with a different person behind the desk.

It wasn’t the tired tattooed nurse from yesterday.

This one was different. She was much younger. Probably his age with bright eyes that called to him.

Her gaze followed him and as such Dean made sure to keep eye contact till the last minute when he squinted in recognition.

’The archery club girl,’ he thought. How could he have missed that ginger curled hair and those freckles.

’But what is she doing here? Where is the other girl?’

’Wait .. is she, the Argent? Nah... it can be..’

Even as Dean looked at her. She stayed quiet.

She looked at him as if she was sizing him up for a fight then spoke.

"Are you the one who beat Marcus?" She asked.

Dean tilted his head and smirked. "What gave me away?"

She gestured to her own face, circling it with one finger. "Claw marks. I know what a wolf does when they’re serious."

"...Ooh" Dean said.

"Yeah.." she replied while she gestured towards the nearest bed. "Sit..down."

Dean did as directed. Watching as she moved around efficiently, picking up some supplies.

"You are not the nurse from yesterday," Dean said.

"Yeah.. I noticed," she retorted, and glanced at him. "You have a problem with that?"

"Nah..I’m good," Dean watched as she placed a small basin of water in front of him.

Dipping her finger in the water, she began tracing droplets on the claw wounds as she stood, while he sat on the edge of the bed.

The wound itched but Dean did his best not to flinch.

"So you in the Archery club?" Dean said.

The ginger haired girl smiled. "You must have heard the rumours."

"Not really... I got a flyer the other day," Dean replied to her rumor talk, still curious about what the rumor was.

But the clues were now falling in place for Dean. This was the Argent. But why was she nursing his wound when he hurt someone from her pack?

The girl suddenly paused as she retreated slowly. Like he had said something outrageous.

Dean felt his body tense up. But to his surprise, she looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

"That was you...?"

"Yeah.," Dean said flatly.

"I’m Ymir Argent. President of the Archery club," she announced excitedly.

"--And nurse," Dean completed with a sly smirk.

Ymir suddenly frowned. "I’m no nurse.."

She pointed forward again and a blue glowing film of verge coated her fingers.

Dean withdrew his head, unsure what that was.

"Relax..." she said without smiling , as she inspected the wound even more, as if she didn’t care if it hurt or not. "Marcus did this to you and you won?" she asked again with emphasis.

"Yeah...?" Dean replied.

She grinned and leaned in closer than before. Enough, he could see her ocean blue eyes. He could hear her heart beat.

Her glowing fingers now traced his wounds slowly, the feeling was warm, with every itch and heat he felt disappearing with her touch.

After thirty seconds, all the wounds closed up, the scars disappeared, his face was clean and pristine like it was never hurt in the first place.

Dean rubbed his smooth face. Completely shocked. "Ahhh..This is–"

"Better than Mia’s?" She grinned. "I’m a healer and not a nurse, know the difference." She shrugged.

Ymir took the basin away as Dean felt a shift between them. It was as if an underlying understanding had been struck without words.

Dean rubbed his face while recalling what Olsen had said about the rarity of healers.

This girl was proof. Just been able to make wounds disappear just like that, in a world that only knew how to fight and survive.

The need to fight and survive were the very reasons why most summons were for beastial.

While some were generally equipped for the summoner’s utility by assisting with jobs and tasks. Just like the waiter’s or his Sister’s Summons.

But healing... Taking away the scars of war. That was a rare and unique aspect whether for humans, werewolves or even vampires.

"What’s on your mind?" Ymir asked. Bringing him back from his thoughts.

Dean looked at her and simply said "Thanks," then he frowned. " What was the basin for?"

Ymir grinned. "Had to see it myself," she said.

"Whether you got lucky... or you actually earned it."

Dean raised an eyebrow but was quick to put things together. She was testing him all this while. If his fight wasn’t a fluke.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she remained poised with interest in her eyes.

"So are you coming to the Archery club or was the flier just to make me feel better.?"

Still inspecting his face. Dean chuckled. "About that... I lost it, After all–" Dean stopped himself mid speech.

Ymir raised an eyebrow "After all?"

"Nothing... I just thought you were cute, that’s why I took it." he said with a smile.

"Cute huh...," she replied with a dangerous grin.

"I guess I wouldn’t have to track you down then."

"I guess not," Dean replied.

He stood up and gave a warm smile as he began walking towards the door.

"See you around, Ymir."

"Yeah," she said. "You will."

He walked out, feeling her eyes on his back the whole time.

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Once in the corridor. Dean exhaled once.

First it was Andre, then Astrea and now the wolves and their healer.

"...Yeah. This place is insane."

After a few minutes of walking around the academy, he arrived at the corridor of the training grounds.

But before he could go further, he heard loud noises coming from the arena up ahead.

’Have they started the second phase of the spar?’. He approached with expectation.

But to his greatest surprise, the place was actually transformed. It now looked like a private gym with different equipment and students he couldn’t recognise.

The stands had disappeared as well, and the floor was a lot more spacious with an empty battle cage in the far end of the hall.

After a while and deciding what to do first, he changed into a training kit and stepped into the cage.

Summoning Ash and the Wind sprite. Dean watched as the slime transformed into its Armored Dire wolf form.

Dean stepped into the cage and exhaled slowly.

Control was the crust of the problem. He could hit harder and faster but what was all that for, if he couldn’t handle his anger.

"Again," he muttered.

The wind sprite hovered, its form constantly shifting as it hovered beside Ash at one end of the cage.

Dean sighed and activated the Rebound core using channeling.

"Let’s see if I can stop this time," he waved for the summons to attack as he took a battle stance.