Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431

XENOIS

The smoke from Jerome’s escape was still clearing when I heard my mother’s voice cutting through the chaos with her typical running commentary.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” she said, her voice slightly weaker than before but still carrying that distinctive Silvia Blackwood edge. “All that buildup and he just runs away? Where’s the dramatic final confrontation? Where’s the-

She coughed. A wet, rattling sound that made every nerve in my body stand on end.

“Silvia?” my father said, his voice sharp with concern.

My mother coughed again, and this time when she pulled her hand away from her mouth, it was covered in blood.

“Oh,” she said, staring at her palm with what seemed like mild curiosity. “That’s not ideal.”

Then her eyes rolled back and she collapsed.

My father caught her before she hit the ground, but barely. He was exhausted, injured, running on nothing but adrenaline and stubborn determination.

“Silvia!” he shouted, lowering her carefully to the floor. “Silvia, stay with me!”

Lynn was there in seconds, her healer’s training overriding everything else. She knelt beside my mother, her hands already glowing with diagnostic magic as she assessed the damage.

“Internal bleeding,” she said grimly. “Probably from whatever explosion technique they used. Combined with the beating they took and hours of physical exertion while injured-her body’s shutting down.”

“Fix it,” I said, my voice coming out as barely more than a growl. “Lynn, fix her.”

“I’m trying,’ Lynn said, her hands moving over my mother’s torso. “But I need proper equipment. A sterile environment. Time. I can stabilize her here but that’s all.”

“Lake,” I said urgently, turning to find my youngest son standing frozen, his eyes wide with shock. “Lake, I need you to open a portal. Right now. Get us home.”

Lake didn’t move. He was staring at my mother’s unconscious form, at the blood on her lips, at the way her chest barely moved with shallow breaths.

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Lake!” I said more sharply. “Focus! I need a portal home!*

He blinked, seemed to shake himself out of the shock, and raised his trembling hands. The air shimmered, reality folding. and a portal opened-larger than any I’d seen him create before, big enough for all of us to go through together.

“Everyone through, I commanded. “Now. Lynn, keep stabilizing her while we move. Dad, can you walk?”

My father looked up at me, and for the first time in my life, I saw him look old. Not just elderly, but genuinely, devastatingly old. The kind of old that came from watching your partner of forty-three years collapse with internal bleeding.

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice steady despite the tears streaming down his face. “I can walk. Let’s get her home.”

Zade helped my father stand while Marcus and Thorne carefully lifted my mother. We moved through the portal in a coordinated rush-warriors and healers and terrified children all pouring through the dimensional gateway.

I was the last one through, turning to take one final look at the Silvercrest nest. At the unconscious enemies, the damaged stone, the evidence of the battle we’d just fought.

Jerome had escaped. His coalition was still out there. The mission was technically incomplete.

But my parents were alive. That had to be enough.

I stepped through the portal and felt it close behind me, Lake’s magic snapping shut with a sound like a door slamming.

We were in my living room. The command center the kids had set up was still there, laptops and tablets scattered across every surface, maps and communication equipment evidence of the coordination they’d been maintaining.

Had it really been only a few hours since we’d left? It felt like days.

“Clear the dining table,” Lynn commanded, already moving with practiced efficiency. “I need a flat surface. Lyn, I need

your help. Anyone with healing magic or medical training, get over here. Everyone else, give us space.”

The organized chaos of emergency medical care filled my home. Lynn and Lyn worked in perfect synchronization-twins

who’d spent their lives learning to complement each other’s abilities. Lumina appeared with towels and supplies from our

medical kit. Carol, who’d apparently arrived at some point during the chaos, was helping coordinate.

And my father stood there, watching, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone white.

“She’s going to be fine,” he said to no one in particular. “Silvia’s tough. She’s survived worse than this. She’ll be fine.”

His voice was steady. His posture was controlled. Everything about him screamed that he was handling the situation with

the dignity expected of a former alpha.

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But I knew my father. Had spent thirty-plus years learning to read his tells.

He was terrified.

“Dad,” I said gently, moving to his side. “Why don’t you sit down? Let Lynn and Lyn work.”

“I need to stay with her,” he said. “I need to be here when she wakes up.”

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