Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362

Not Helping, Lake

OLLIE

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Riley had been sitting in that same position for over an hour-legs crossed, hands resting on his knees, eyes closed in deep concentration that made his face look older than five years should allow. He was so still that if I didn’t have werewolf hearing that could pick up his heartbeat and breathing, I might have worried he’d turned into a statue.

Lake, on the other hand, had approximately zero patience for stillness.

“Anything yet?” Lake asked for what had to be the twentieth time, executing a perfect cartwheel across the playroom floor before landing right next to where Riley sat. “Any visions? Glimpses of the future? Cryptic prophetic dreams? Anything?”

Riley’s jaw tightened slightly-the only indication he’d heard Lake’s question-but he didn’t open his eyes or break his meditation.

I was sitting on the couch with a Captain Justice comic open in my lap, though I’d read the same page about six times without actually absorbing any of the words. How could I focus on superheroes when my brothers were trying to use actual supernatural powers to predict where our enemies were and what they were planning?

“You know,” Lake continued, doing another cartwheel just because he apparently couldn’t sit still for more than thirty seconds, “this would go faster if you actually told me what you were seeing. Are you getting images? Feelings? Does precognition work like a movie or more like one of those abstract art paintings where you have to squint and tilt your head to figure out what you’re looking at?”

“Lake, Riley said through gritted teeth, his eyes still closed, “if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to precognate you getting punched in the face. By me. In approximately thirty seconds.”

“Ooh, scary,” Lake said, but he did stop doing cartwheels. Instead, he flopped dramatically across Riley’s lap, sprawling like a boneless cat in a way that made Riley’s careful meditation pose collapse entirely. “Come on, it’s been over an hour. You have to have something by

now.”

Riley’s eyes finally opened, and he tried to glare at Lake, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that Lake was currently using his legs as a pillow and grinning up at him with zero remorse.

‘I would have something,” Riley said pointedly, “if someone would stop disturbing my concentration. Precognition requires focus. It requires mental clarity. It requires not having a hyperactive werewitch doing gymnastics around me and asking questions every thirty

seconds.”

“You’ve worked under worse pressure,” Lake pointed out, making no effort to move from his sprawled position.

“Remember Facility Seven when Andy had you doing tactical predictions while that alarm was going off and there were people literally shooting at us? You managed precognition just fine then.”

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“That was different, Riley protested. “That was immediate danger triggering survival instincts. This is trying to look forward deliberately, trying to find specific information about people I’ve never met in locations I can’t identify. It’s like trying to find a specific

grain of sand on a beach while someone keeps throwing more sand at you.”

“I’m the someone throwing sand, aren’t I?” Lake asked, though his grin suggested he already knew the answer.

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“Yes,” Riley confirmed. “You’re the sand-thrower. Please stop throwing sand.”

I watched this exchange with mixed feelings-amusement at their bickering, which reminded me of normal sibling arguments I’d seen other kids have, and worry about what it meant that Riley was struggling so much with his precognition. If he couldn’t figure out where the nightwalkers were or what they were planning, how were we supposed to stay ahead of them?

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked, setting my comic aside. “I don’t have any special powers, but maybe I could… I don’t know, get you snacks? Make sure it’s quiet? Distract Lake so he stops bothering you?”

Riley’s expression softened slightly when he looked at me.

“Thanks, Ollie, but I don’t think it’s about the environment. I’m just not getting anything useful. Every time I try to focus on the nightwalkers, the visions fragment. I see shadows and smoke and movement, but nothing concrete enough to be helpful. And when I try

to look for Dex and Snow…”

He trailed off, frustration clear on his face. Dex and Snow were two other kids from the facilities-friends of Riley and Lake who d were in the facility but had disappeared during the chaos.

We’d been trying to find them for weeks, hoping Lake could open portals to wherever they were and bring them somewhere safe, but

we needed a location first.

“Nothing?” Lake asked, his dramatic sprawl shifting into something more genuinely concerned. “Not even a flicker?”

“Fragments,” Riley admitted. “I get impressions of cold, of darkness, of fear. But nothing specific enough for you to lock onto for a portal. It’s like they’re being actively hidden from magical detection, which makes sense if they’re in one of the remaining facilities.”

‘Or they’re dead,” Lake said quietly, voicing the fear we’d all been trying not to think about.

“And you can’t get visions of dead people.”

“Precognition doesn’t work on past events,” Riley said firmly, though I could hear the uncertainty underneath. I should still be able to see their future if they have one. The fact that I’m getting anything at all suggests they’re alive, just somewhere I can’t clearly perceive.”

That was somewhat reassuring, though ‘somewhere I can’t clearly perceive” could mean a lot of different things, and not all of them

were good.

‘Maybe we should take a break,” I suggested. “You’ve been at this for over an hour. Maybe if you rest and try again later, it’ll work

better?”

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“We don’t have time for breaks,” Lake said, finally sitting up from his sprawled position. His expression had gone serious in that way

that made him look older than five, made him look like the weapon Andy had tried to create.

“The nightwalkers aren’t taking breaks. They’re planning something right now, probably something terrible that involves trying to kill

all of us. We need to figure out what they’re doing before they do it.”

“I know that,” Riley said, frustration bleeding into his voice. “Don’t you think I know that? I’m trying, Lake. I’m pushing my abilities

as hard as I can. But precognition isn’t an exact science. It’s not like your portals where you can just open a door to anywhere you want.

It’s messy and uncertain and sometimes I just can’t see what I need to see.”

“Then we need another plan,” Lake said. “If we can’t use precognition to find them, maybe I can just start opening random portals to

places where nightwalkers might gather? Abandoned buildings, underground tunnels, dark caves-”

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