Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389

SILVIA

I woke up to pain.

Not the sharp, immediate kind that signaled fresh injury, but the deep throbbing ache that came from being unconscious too long, from muscles cramped in awkward positions, from my body trying to heal dame I couldn’t quite remember receiving.

My head felt like someone had taken a hammer to it. My vision swam refusing to focus properly. And there was a taste in my mouth- bitter, chemical, wrong-that made my wolf snarl in recognition.

Wolfsbane. Someone had drugged me with wolfsbane.

I tried to move and immediately regretted it. My hands were bound behind my back with silver chains that burned against my skin. My ankles were similarly restrained. And I was lying on cold, damp stone that smelled of mold and old blood.

Where the hell was I?

I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light filtering through what appeared to be iron bars. A cell. I was in a cell, chained like a common criminal, my wolf raging against the restraints and the drugs still clouding my system.

Memories came in fragments, disjointed and confusing.

Samuel and I in the car. Driving through the mountain pass toward Moonridge. Discussing our plans, our fears, our desperate hope that we

could manage the fallout from Xenois’s changes before old enemies came calling.

Then lights. Bright and blinding, forcing us off the road.

Samuel shouting, trying to shift, his protective instincts overriding everything else.

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Figures emerging from the darkness. Nightwalkers-I’d recognized the unnatural grace, their predatory movements. And werewitches too,

their magic crackling in the air like static electricity.

An ambush. We’d been ambushed.

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Samuel had shielded me. I remembered that clearly. His body between me and the attackers, his wolf form taking hits meant for me. Blood

-so much blood. His or mine or theirs, I couldn’t tell.

Then darkness. Complete and absolute, like someone had flipped a switch on consciousness itself.

And now I was here. Wherever here was.

“Samuel!” I shouted, my voice coming out hoarse and ragged. “Samuel where are you?”

No answer. Just the echo of my own voice in what sounded like a large stone chamber.

Terror shot through me, sharp and cold. Where was my mate? Was he hurt? Was he-

No. I refused to think it. I would feel it through our bond if he was ded. The mate bond didn’t just disappear, didn’t just go silent. If

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Samuel was gone, I would know.

But I couldn’t feel him. Couldn’t sense him at all through the bond that had connected us for over forty years.

Which meant either he was unconscious, heavily drugged, or too far away for the bond to reach properly.

Or something was blocking it. Magic, maybe. A spelled barrier design to cut mates off from each other, to isolate and disorient.

That last possibility terrified me most of all.

I struggled against the chains, my wolf lending me strength despite the wolfsbane in my system. The silver burned, searing my skin wherever it touched, but I didn’t care. I needed to get free. Needed to find Samuel. Needed to understand what the hell was happening.

Voices filtered through the darkness beyond my cell. Low and angry, afguing about something.

-completely insane,” someone was saying. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Who you’ve taken?”

I know exactly who she is,” another voice responded, male and cold. That’s precisely why we took her.”

“She’s Silvia F**king Blackwood!” the first voice hissed. “Former Luna of one of the strongest packs in the region! You don’t just kidnap

someone like that without consequences!”

“She’s also responsible for the deaths of dozens of nightwalkers during the territorial wars,” the cold voice countered. “She personally executed three of our kind for the crime of crossing Blackwood borders. She burned an entire nightwalker nest to the ground, including

civilians who had nothing to do with any conflict. She’s a war criminal who’s been living free for decades because everyone was too afraid of

pack retaliation to seek justice.”

My mind spun, trying to place the voices, trying to understand the context.

The territorial wars. They were talking about the territorial wars.

God, that had been over forty years ago. Before Xenois was born. Before Samuel and I had fully established ourselves as Alpha and Luna. Back when the supernatural world was still sorting out boundaries and hie archies, when different factions fought openly for resources and

territory.

Back when I’d done terrible things in the name of pack survival.

I’d tried not to think about those years. Had buried them deep, convinced myself they were necessary evils, justified by the peace that followed. Samuel and I had built something stable and strong on those bloody foundations, had created a world where our children could grow

up safe.

But the people I’d killed, the enemies I’d made-apparently they had forgotten.

“She won the wars,” a third voice said, this one female and bitter. “She and Samuel Blackwood crushed everyone who opposed them. They set the terms for supernatural interaction in this entire region. And now eir son is trying to tear down everything they built, and we’re

supposed to just accept it?”

“What does that have to do with taking her prisoner?” the first voice demanded. “This isn’t justice-it’s suicide! When Alpha Xenois finds

out-”

“Alpha Xenois is the entire problem!” the female voice snapped. “He’s ismantling the old hierarchies. Accepting enhanced individuals into

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pack leadership. Making alliances with werewitches who should know the place. Threatening the very order his parents fought to establish. Well, maybe if we have his mother, we can remind him why those old structures existed in the first place.”

Rage exploded through me, hot and violent.

They’d taken me to use as leverage against my son. To force Xenois to abandon his progressive policies and return to the traditional power

structures.

Over my dead body.

I surged to my feet, ignoring the way the silver chains burned deeper to my skin, ignoring the dizziness from the wolfsbane, ignoring everything except the fury coursing through my veins.

“Where am I?” I roared, my voice carrying the full authority of decades as Luna. “Show yourselves, you cowards!”

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