"Luna Sera..."
The words rippled through the ward like a shockwave, drawing gasps from both the staff and the patients lying in their beds. Heads turned all at once, eyes widening as they took her in, as if they weren’t quite sure what they were looking at anymore.
"She looks different," one of the doctors whispered under his breath, unable to hide his surprise.
Marsha scoffed instantly, her voice laced with pure disdain. ’Obviously. Anyone would glow after getting out of this miserable place.’
"Luna, you’re back?" Doctor Raymond stepped forward, a smile stretching across his face, though it didn’t reach his eyes. Beneath that carefully arranged expression sat something tighter, almost uneasy.
If Seraphine was really back, then his position as director wouldn’t last long.
"She’s here to create the cure," Damon said before Seraphine could respond, his tone even as he caught the flicker of relief that passed through Raymond’s eyes. "We’ve missed her."
A few of the patients nodded quickly. "Yes... we really missed her."
Seraphine didn’t even look at them.
She had already moved to the nearest bed, her attention fixed on the patient lying there, whose face instantly filled with guilt under her quiet scrutiny. Seraphine checked her condition with steady, practiced movements before finally speaking, her voice calm but cutting straight through the room.
"Cut the act."
The words landed hard.
"You don’t have to pretend just because you need my help." She straightened slightly, her gaze sweeping across the ward, sharp and unyielding. "Let’s be honest... you don’t miss me. You miss what I can do for you."
Silence followed, heavy, suffocating silence.
Shame settled over their faces one by one, no one daring to meet her eyes anymore, the earlier enthusiasm dying off as quickly as it came.
After finishing her checks, Seraphine pulled back, her expression unreadable. "They still have time."
"No, this hurts!" one of the patients cried out suddenly, her voice breaking as she clutched at the sheets.
Seraphine turned to her slowly, her gaze cold enough to make the air feel thinner.
"Stop pretending," she said flatly. "I’ve been on that bed before too." Her voice dropped, quieter but far heavier. "For months."
That hit harder than anything else. "And not one of you remembered you had a Luna."
The crying stopped instantly, like someone had cut it off.
Nervous tension spread through the room, crawling into every corner until it settled deep in everyone’s chest. No one spoke, no one moved, until a hesitant voice broke through.
"Luna... please forgive us."
It came from a teenager, her eyes wide, filled with genuine fear and regret.
Seraphine didn’t respond. She simply looked away, as if the words didn’t reach her at all.
"I’ll be in the lab," she said instead, already moving on. "Damon, take care of Bryan."
"No," Bryan said quickly, straightening his posture. "I want to come with you. One day, I’m going to be a genius doctor just like you."
That pulled a faint smile from her.
She reached out, ruffling his hair gently, the gesture soft in contrast to everything else she had just said. "Alright, pup, let’s go make some magic."
Bryan’s face lit up instantly, excitement bubbling out of him as he grabbed onto her hand.
Around them, the staff exchanged glances, confusion flickering through their expressions.
Where was the Alpha?
Where was the co-Luna?
Did they even know Bryan was with her?
One of the nurses wasted no time, quietly sending a mindlink.
’Co-Luna, Luna Sera is here... and Bryan is with her. He looks really happy.’

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