Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428

I stayed back, keeping watch for additional threats while my team handled the immediate problem. Three nightwalkers against four experienced werewolves was manageable. But if reinforcements arrived while we were engaged-

A sound caught my attention. Voices, echoing from deeper in the nest. Familiar voices.

My mother’s voice, specifically, calling out what sounded like tactical corrections.

-your left! No, your other left! Were you raised by wolves? Oh wait, you were. That’s no excuse for poor spatial

awareness!”

And my father’s voice, equally familiar. “Silvia, now is not the time for combat critique!”

“It’s always time for combat critique!” my mother shot back. “If we’re going to survive this, these people need to know

their left from their right!”

I felt relief flood through me so intensely it made me dizzy. They were alive. They were mobile. They were, apparently,

giving tactical advice to whoever had reached them first.

“This way,” I said urgently to my team, already moving toward the voices. “They’re this direction. Sounds like someone

else found them.”

We ran through the corridors, following the sound of combat and my mother’s continued commentary on everyone’s

fighting technique. Another explosion, closer now, and I felt dust rain down from the ceiling.

We burst into a larger chamber and immediately understood the situation.

My parents were there-bloodied, exhausted, barely able to stand-but definitely alive. They were surrounded by at least a

dozen enemies-nightwalkers, werewitches, and what looked like two fae warriors.

And between my parents and certain death stood Zade, fighting like a demon possessed.

“Sorry, we took the scenic route,” I called back, then focused on the nearest threat-a nightwalker who was moving toward my mother with clear murderous intent.

I intercepted him, using my momentum to slam him into the stone wall with enough force to crack both the wall and, hopefully, several of his ribs. He crumpled, and I moved on to the next target.

“Darling!” my mother called out. I assumed she was talking to me until she continued, “You need to work on your follow- through! Don’t just hit them once and move on! Make sure they stay down!”

I’m a little busy trying not to die!” I shouted back.

“That’s no excuse for incomplete execution!”

I wanted to point out that she and my father were barely standing and probably in no position to critique anyone’s combat technique, but she had a point. The nightwalker I’d thrown into the wall was already trying to get back up.

I remedied that situation with a follow-through strike that definitely kept him down.

“Better!” my mother approved.

The fight was going better now with my team’s reinforcement, but we were still outnumbered. For every enemy we took down, more seemed to appear from the corridors.