Negra/Shifter/17/Wind
I shook my head. "You made me," I said, giving myself a shadowy forcefield. A gray dome surrounded me, Jaxson and Wynter. I examined the hurt wing. I let the shadows pour into bone, healing it first. Then, they left the bone and went into the injured muscule, swirling around and healing the tissue. Once that was done, I looked at the skin. It was ragged, but not impossible to heal. I placed my hand on it. I removed it once the skin was done healing. I looked at the girl. "She is fully healed now," I told Christopher through the shadow. "But not concious yet,"