Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382

LUMINA

“How bad do you think this is going to be?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I think we’re about to find out exactly where your parents stand on everything. The changes, the boys, our

leadership… all of it.”

And if they’re hostile? If they’ve sided with the traditionalists?”

I met his eyes, letting him see the steel in my own.

“Then they’ll learn that I am not the same woman they tortured six years ago. I’ve been through hell and back, and I’m not going to let

anyone-not even your parents-hurt our children or undermine what we’re building. Not anymore.”

Something fierce and proud flashed across Xenois’s face. He pulled me close, kissing me hard and quick.

“That’s my Luna,” he murmured against my lips. “Ready to fight the world if necessary.”

“Let’s hope it’s not necessary,” I said. “But yes. If it comes to that, I’m ready.”

The drive to the Blackwood estate took twenty minutes, leaving Silver Creek proper and heading into the more exclusive section of pack

territory where the wealthiest and most influential families maintained their compounds. The Blackwood estate had been in the family for

generations—sprawling grounds, a main house that was practically a mansion, and enough security to rival a small fortress.

It had always intimidated me, this physical manifestation of everything the Blackwoods represented. Power, legacy, tradition—all the things

I’d supposedly threatened by existing.

“There it is!” Ollie shouted from the backseat, pressing his face against the window. “See the big gates? And look, you can see part of the

fun house from here-that’s the top of the treehouse!”

Riley and Lake leaned over to look, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The estate was impressive, I’d give it that.

The kind of place that screamed old money and established power.

Xenois pulled up to the gate and lowered his window, entering the security code that should have granted us immediate access. The gate

didn’t move.

He frowned and tried again. Still nothing.

“That’s weird,” he muttered, pulling out his phone. “The code should work. My parents never changed it before.”

‘Maybe they’re updating security?” I suggested, though unease was coing in my stomach. “Try calling the house line.”

He did. It rang and rang and rang, eventually going to voicemail.

“Mom, Dad, Xenois said after the beep, his voice carefully controlled. We’re at the gate. Coming by for a visit with the boys. Call me back so we can get in.”

He ended the call and we sat there, waiting. One minute. Two. Five.

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“Why aren’t they answering? Ollie asked, his earlier excitement dimming. “They always answer when I call.”

Maybe they’re out, Lake suggested, though he didn’t sound convince

Both of them? Riley asked. “And all the house staff? That seems unlely for a Thursday afternoon.”

He was right. The Blackwood estate always had people-staff, security someone who could answer a phone or open a gate. Complete

silence was… wrong.

“I’m going over, Nenois said suddenly, putting the cat in park and geting out. “The fence isn’t that high here. I can shift and jump it,

check the house.

Nenois-1 started, but he was already shifting, his wolf form appearing in seconds.

He leaped, clearing the fence with ease, and disappeared into the grounds. I watched anxiously, tracking his progress through our bond, feeling his growing concern as he approached the house.

“Is Daddy okay?” Ollie asked worriedly.

“He’s fine, I assured him, though my own anxiety was spiking. “Just checking on your grandparents.”

Through the bond, I felt Xenois’s shock, then his fear, then something like grim determination. He shifted back and returned to the gate, his expression dark,

“The house is locked up,” he said through the fence. “Curtains drawn, security system armed, no signs of life. There’s a notice on the front door-something official looking. I couldn’t read it from where I was.”

“What does that mean?” I asked, though terrible possibilities were already forming in my mind.

“It means something’s wrong,” Xenois said grimly. “Very wrong. I’m calling Zade’s security contact-the one who helped us track movements during the kidnapping investigation. If my parents left the territory or went somewhere, there will be records.”

He made the call while I sat frozen, trying to process what was happening. Silvia and Samuel Blackwood didn’t just leave. They didn’t lock up their estate and disappear without telling anyone. They were too prominent, too connected, too aware of their responsibilities to the pack.

Unless they weren’t gone voluntarily.

Unless something had happened.

Unless-

‘They left the territory three weeks ago,” Xenois said, his voice hollow as he ended the call. “Checked out through the northern border. Destination listed as extended travel. They haven’t been back since.”

Three weeks. They’d left three weeks ago and hadn’t told anyone. Hadt called their grandson. Hadn’t checked in with pack leadership. Hadn’t said a word about where they were going or when they’d return.

“They left, Ollie said, his voice small and hurt. “Grandma and Grandp left. Without saying goodbye.”

Riley’s hand found his brother’s, squeezing tight, Lake looked between all of us, clearly trying to understand the implications.

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Chapter 382

“Why would they leave?” he asked. “Did we… did we make them leave

“No,” I said firmly, turning in my seat to look at all three boys. “This has nothing to do with you. Do you understand? Nothing.”

But even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t entirely true. Because the timing was too perfect, too calculated. They’d left right after we’d returned with Riley and Lake, right after we’d started implementing changes, right ter we’d committed to building something different from what they’d known.

They hadn’t stayed to fight us or argue or try to change our minds.

They’d just… left.

“We need to get into that house,” I said to Xenois. “Read that notice of the door. Figure out what they’re planning.

He nodded, already heading back to the car. “I’ll call emergency services, report a welfare check. That’ll give us legal access to the

property.”

As he made the necessary calls, as we waited for security to arrive and authorize our entry, I sat with the boys and tried to explain something I didn’t fully understand myself.

fears.

Why their

chosen silence over conversation, absence over confrontation, abandonment over adaptation.

g, it hurt.

matter how complicated my relationship with Silvia and Samuel had been, no matter how much pain they’d caused or how I’d spent being treated as an enemy, some small part of me had hoped for better.

Had hoped that meeting their grandsons, seeing our family whole and healing, would be enough to overcome their prejudices and their

Had hoped that love would be stronger than tradition.

Looking at Ollie’s crushed expression, at Riley’s car

And now we had to face the reality

Sometimes, people ch

And

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face, at Lake’s confusion and hurt, I realized we’d all been hoping for that.

ope wasn’t enough.

udest answer you could get.

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