Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395

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No, Shawn agreed. The people gathering there were mostly those who’d been urt or rejected by traditional werewolf packs. So when they scented me, when they thought I was a wolf trying to infiltrate their sanctuary… they dected to make an example of me.

Hence the execution Xenois had interrupted. They’d caught what they bought was a werewolf spy and were planning to burn him publicly as both punishment and warning.

Xenois saved your life, I said.

Him and his whole team, Shawn confirmed. Kyle complained the entire time, made it very clear he thought I was just another savage wolf who

deserved what I was getting, but Kashton insisted on the rescue. Said it wasn’t right to let them burn anyone, even if they were a werewolf.

I filed that information away-it painted an interesting picture of the ampires’ internal dynamics-and focused on the more immediate

problem.

So you’ve been staying with Samuel and Silvia since then? How did that happen?

They found me after the whole Andy situation was resolved, Shawn explained. I was trying to figure out where to go, what to do. I didn’t want to

return to my old pack, didn’t want to keep hiding what I was. And Silvia approached me. Said she’d seen how Xenois had defended me, had watched

how I’d tried to help during the Andy crisis even though nobody had asked me to. She said anyone brave enough to stand up in the face of danger

deserved a chance at a real home.

The image of Silvia Blackwood-the infamous Blood Luna who’d terrorized supernatural communities during the territori^’ wars-offering

sanctuary to a frightened werewitch teenager was almost too ironic to process. But it also spoke to the changes that were ing, the ways

that even the most traditional leaders were being forced to reconsider old prejudices.

So you went with them to Silver Creek? I asked.

Yes. They said I could stay with them while Xenois dealt with his own family situation-the enhanced kids and all the pack politics around accepting them. Silvia thought it would be easier for me to integrate if I wasn’t part of the immediate chaos, if I had time to adjust to being openly a werewitch before dealing with pack scrutiny.

And you were with them when they were attacked?

The fear that flooded through our connection at that question was vis eral and overwhelming. I had to actively reinforce my mental shields to avoid being swamped by Shawn’s panic.

We were traveling to Moonridge, Shawn said, his mental voice shaking. Silvi and Samuel said they had business there, something about old alliances and treaties. They didn’t give me detalls, just said it was important. We were taking a private road through neutral territory when we were ambushed.

By whom?

Nightwalkers, werewitches, fae, halfbloods-a whole coalition of supernatural beings. The memory came with images: figures emerging from shadows and trees, moving with coordinated precision, attacking with speed weapons and enhanced speed. They targeted Samuel first, got him with some kind of magic that made him collapse. When Silvia moved to proted him, they got her too. But me…

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They left you, I said, understanding dawning. Because they could scent that u were a werewitch, not a pure werewolf.

One of the werewitches recognized what I was, Shawn confirmed. Said they had no quarrel with me, that this was about the Blackwoods specifically. They told me to run, to forget what I’d seen, to be grateful they were showing mercy to one of their own kind.

But you didn’t run.

I tried to follow them, Shawn admitted. Stayed far enough back that they won’t notice, but close enough to see where they went. But they were using transportation magic, moving faster than I could track. I lost them somewhere in the mountains. I’ve been wandering for hours, trying to find my way back to civilization, trying to figure out what to do.

Why didn’t you call someone? I asked. Xenois, Zade, anyone who could help?

I don’t have a phone, Shawn said, frustrated. Silvia said she’d get me one when we reached our destination, that I didn’t need one for a short trip. And I’ve been suppressing my magical abilities for so long, I barely know how to use them properly. Reaching out to you mentally took everything I

had-I wasn’t sure it would even work.

But it did, I said, impressed despite the circumstances. You managed to find me across what must be significant distance. That takes serious power,

Shawn.

I was desperate, he said simply. And I remembered Lynn-your sister. She mentioned during one of our brief conversations that werewitches could sometimes communicate mind-to-mind if the need was great enough. I though.. I thought maybe if I focused hard enough, if I reached for someone who might understand…

He’d reached for me. Not Xenois, not his actual alpha, since he was now a member of Silvercreek. But me, another werewitch, someone who

might understand what it meant to be caught between worlds and desperate for help.

The trust implicit in that choice made my chest tight.

Okay, I said, forcing myself to think strategically rather than emotionally. First priority: are you safe right now? Are you injured, being pursued, in immediate danger?

I’m not injured, Shawn assured me. And I don’t think anyone’s following me. The attackers seemed focused on the Blackwoods specifically. But I’m

lost, I’m in the middle of nowhere, and I have no idea how to get back to civilization without a phone or map or any way to contact anyone.

Can you describe where you are? Any landmarks, terrain features, anything distinctive?

The images that came through our connection were fragmented-mountains, forests, a small stream, rock formations that could have been

anywhere in the vast wilderness between territories.

I’m somewhere in the neutral zone between Silver Creek and Moonridge, Shah said. We were taking a back road to avoid main pack territories.

There’s a cave system nearby-Ive been sheltering there because it feels safer than being completely exposed.

Smart, I said. Stay there. Don’t move, don’t try to travel in the dark. I’m going to get help to you as quickly as possible.

And Samuel and Silvia? The fear in that question was heartbreaking. Lunayn, what if they’re dead? What if I could have done something, should have fought harder, been braver-

Stop, I said firmly. You’re a teenager with minimal magical training who was outnumbered by an organized group of adult supernatural beings. There was nothing you could have done except get yourself killed or captured too. You did the right thing by surviving and reaching out for help.

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But-

No buts. You did good, Shawn. Now hold position and stay safe. Help is comlig.

I withdrew from the mental connection carefully, making sure to leave a thread open so Shawn could reach me again if necessary. Then I opened my eyes to find Zade watching me with obvious alarm and barely ntained impatience.

“Explain,” he said simply. “Right now. Because you just spent five mines staring into space while looking increasingly horrified, and I’m about two seconds away from calling a medical emergency.”

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