Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437

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“They weren’t government agents,” Silvia said. “They were just regular criminals. But we didn’t know that at the time.”

“What happened?” Lyn asked, clearly invested in this story despite himself.

“We fought back,” Samuel said. “Or tried to. I distinctly remember punching one of them and then getting very confused about whether he was real or a hallucination.”

“And I tried to shift,” Silvia added. “But I was too high to complete the transformation, so I just sort of… partially shifted and stayed that way. Half-wolf, half-human, completely useless.”

“They started shooting at us,” Samuel continued. “Which is when things got really chaotic. Because we panicked and Ollie somehow ended up in the driver’s seat.”

“How did a three-year-old end up in the driver’s seat?” I demanded.

“We still don’t know,” Silvia admitted. “One minute he was in the back, the next he was somehow at the wheel. We might have put him there. We honestly can’t remember.”

“And then we were shouting at him to drive,” Samuel said, starting to laugh again. “We were being shot at by criminals, we were both high out of our minds, and we were screaming instructions at a three-year-old to operate a vehicle he couldn’t reach the pedals for.”

“How did you survive?” Lyn asked.

“Xenois showed up,” Silvia said. “Our son arrived with backup, took out the hijackers, and found us in the car with Ollie somehow having pressed enough random buttons that he’d activated the horn, the windshield wipers, and the emergency brake simultaneously.”

“And we convinced Xenois it was an assassination attempt targeting us,” Samuel added. “Blamed the whole thing on our enemies trying to hurt us through our family. He never knew we’d been high. We pretended to be traumatized victims instead of irresponsible grandparents who’d gotten their grandson involved in a drug-related car hijacking.”

“That’s terrible,” I said, but I was laughing despite myself.

“That’s not even the worst story,” Ollie said eagerly. “Tell them about the time you lost me at the zoo!”

“We didn’t lose you,” Silvia corrected. “We temporarily misplaced you.”

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“For three hours,” Samuel added.

“In our defense, the zoo is very large and Ollie was very small,” Silvia said. “And we’d had some wine with lunch. Not a lot!

Just… enough to make us slightly less observant than usual.”

“We found him eventually,” Samuel assured us. “He was with the penguins. Very happy, very safe, completely unconcerned that his grandparents were having simultaneous panic attacks.”

“The penguins were nice,” Ollie said matter-of-factly. “They shared their fish.”

“Please tell me you didn’t let a three-year-old eat raw fish meant for penguins,” Lyn said.

“The zookeeper stopped him,” Silvia said. “Right after she called security to report two drunk elderly people who’d lost their grandchild.”

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“We weren’t drunk,” Samuel protested. “We were tipsy at best.”

“Same difference.”

“How many times did you lose Ollie?” I asked, genuinely curious now.

Samuel and Silvia looked at each other, clearly counting mentally.

“Define ‘lose,” Silvia said carefully.

“Temporarily unable to locate,” I clarified.

“Maybe… ten times?” Samuel estimated. “Give or take.”

“Ten times?” Lyn said incredulously. “You lost the same child ten separate times?”

“He’s very good at wandering off,” Silvia defended. “And we’re very good at eventually finding him. It all works out.”

“There was the department store incident,” Samuel recalled. “The museum situation. That time at the pack gathering when he somehow ended up in the alpha’s private quarters.”

“The beach day when he was carried away by a wave and we thought he’d drowned but he’d actually just swum to a different section of beach,” Silvia added.

“The farmers market where he got adopted by a family of traveling merchants who thought he was an orphan.”

“The time he climbed into the back of a delivery truck and ended up three territories away.”

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“Okay, that one was genuinely scary,” Silvia admitted. “We were convinced he’d been kidnapped for ransom. Turned out he just wanted to see where the delivery truck was going.”

“You two are terrible grandparents,” I said, still laughing.

“We’re fun grandparents, Silvia corrected. “There’s a difference.”

“We kept him alive,” Samuel pointed out. “He’s five years old, healthy, happy, and only traumatized by age-appropriate things. That’s a success.”

“Most of the attacks on Ollie over the years weren’t actually attacks on Ollie,” Silvia explained. “They were attacks on us that happened to occur while Ollie was present. We just let Xenois think they were targeting our grandson specifically. Made him feel more protective, more invested in pack security.”

“You manipulated your son’s fear for his child’s safety?” Lyn asked.

“When you say it like that, it sounds bad,” Silvia said. “But we prefer to think of it as strategic parenting. Xenois became a better alpha because he was constantly terrified something would happen to Ollie. Fear is a great motivator.”

“That’s actually kind of brilliant,” I admitted. “Terrible, but brilliant.”

“We have our moments,” Samuel said modestly.

Ollie was watching his grandparents with pure adoration, clearly loving every story of their questionable parenting choices and dangerous adventures.

“But you turned out so good,” Silvia said, reaching over to ruffle Ollie’s hair. “So goodhearted and pure and innocent. Despite all our terrible influence, you’re the sweetest child I’ve ever met.”

“That’s because of Mom and Dad,” Ollie said. “They’re really good at the parenting stuff you two are bad at.”

“Fair point,” Samuel conceded. “Your parents are much more responsible than we ever were.”

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