Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201

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I thanked the woman and made my way across the city to the Blackwood estate, my anxiety growing with every step. The massive house sat behind elegant iron gates, its pristine exterior speaking of wealth and power that Sophia had always coveted.

I circled the property carefully, using minor magical enhancements to my senses to detect any signs of life inside. What I found was concerning: only the magical signatures of the human servants, no trace of the supernatural energy that should have surrounded a

werewolf pack leader and his family.

A young maid was tending to the garden near the front gate, and I approached her with the same innocent demeanor I’d used on the

neighbor.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” I said sweetly, “but I’m looking for Sophia Kingston. I’m her cousin from out of town, and I wanted to

surprise her with a visit.”

The maid looked up with a polite smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, miss. Ms. Sophia isn’t here right now. She left about a week ago for a travel

trip. Didn’t say when she’d be back.”

“What about Mr. Blackwood?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. “Maybe I could wait for her to return.”

“Mr. Xenois took his son Riley to visit Alpha Zade’s territory,” the maid replied. “Left the day after Ms. Sophia went on her trip. The

house has been quiet ever since.”

A cold dread settled in my stomach as I processed this information. Sophia had left on a “trip” right around the time the magical connections had been broken. Xenois had taken Riley to another pack’s territory immediately afterward. None of this sounded like the

successful reunion Sophia had been planning.

I thanked the maid and retreated to a nearby park, my hands shaking as I prepared to cast a tracking spell. If Sophia was still alive, still somewhere in the world, the magic would lead me to her. And if she wasn’t…

I pulled out a small vial of Sophia’s blood that I’d kept for emergency situations like this. Blood magic was dangerous and morally questionable, but it was also the most reliable way to track someone across any distance.

The spell took several minutes to cast, requiring complex hand movements and incantations in the old tongue that most modern witches had forgotten. When I finally released the magic, I felt it spread out from my position like ripples in a pond, searching for any

trace of my sister’s essence.

What it found made my blood run cold.

The magic pulled me north, toward the outskirts of the city where the urban sprawl gave way to dense forest. I followed its guidance like a woman possessed, my feet carrying me over rough terrain and through thick underbrush as the sun began to set.

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And then I found her.

Or rather, I found what was left of her.

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The tracking spell had led me to a small clearing where the ground was scorched black in a rough circle about six feet across. At the

center of the burned earth was a pile of ash and charred bone fragments that the magic confirmed was all that remained of Sophia

Kingston.

“No,” I whispered, falling to my knees beside the remains of my sister. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening.”

The scream that tore from my throat echoed through the forest, raw and primal and filled with a grief that threatened to tear me

apart from the inside. Birds fled from nearby trees, and small animals scurried away from the sound of my anguish.

Sophia was dead. My difficult, manipulative, sometimes cruel sister was dead, burned to ash by someone who had then left her

remains scattered in the middle of nowhere like garbage.

As my initial shock began to fade, rage started building in its place. Hot, consuming fury that demanded answers and justice and

revenge.

Someone had murdered Sophia. Someone had discovered her plans, tracked her down, and killed her in the most brutal way possible.

And I was going to find out who.

I forced myself to stand, wiping tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand. My magical training had taught me many things, including how to conduct investigative spells that could reveal the recent history of a location.

The magic required for this particular working was dark and dangerous, the kind that left permanent marks on a witch’s soul. But I was past caring about moral boundaries or spiritual consequences. I wanted to see what had happened to Sophia, wanted to identify her

killers so I could make them pay for what they’d done.

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