Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 447

Chapter 447

SHAWN

I kept going. Forty-seven. Forty-eight. Fifty.

Still no fatigue. No sense that I was depleting reserves or using up some finite resource.

Was this sustainable? Could I do this indefinitely? Or was there a wall I’d hit eventually, some point where my body would give out or the

magic would fail?

I needed to know. Needed to understand this power that had manifested so suddenly, that had changed everything about what I thought I

was capable of.

Fifty-five. Sixty. Sixty-five.

The forest around me was starting to look like a war zone. Trees reduced to stumps, craters dotting the landscape, the smell of ozone and

burned wood thick in the air.

Seventy. Seventy-five.

A small part of my brain registered that this was probably not great for the local ecosystem. But the larger part was too focused on testing

limits, on pushing myself to see where the breaking point was.

Eighty.

That’s when I noticed the smoke.

Not from the individual trees I’d been targeting, but from a spreading fire. One of my earlier blasts must have ignited something that had

been slowly spreading while I was focused on my practice.

“Shit, I muttered, looking around at the growing flames. “Shit, shit, shit.”

This was exactly the kind of thing I’d been worried about. Loss of control, unintended consequences, damage I couldn’t fix.

I started looking for a way to contain the fire, to stop it from spreading back toward the house. But I had no water magic, no ice abilities, nothing that would actually help with-

“Whoa.”

The voice came from behind me, young and filled with awe.

I spun around and my heart stopped.

Lake, Ollie, and Riley were standing at the edge of the clearing, all three of them staring at the burning forest with expressions of fascination rather than fear.

“That’s so cool, Ollie breathed. “You set the whole forest on fire!”

“How did you do that?” Riley asked, his tactical mind clearly analyzing the pattern of destruction. “What’s the range on your plasma blasts?

T

1/3

Chapter 44/

What’s the heat intensity? Can you control the spread or is it always explosive?”

11 started, panic rising in my chest. “You three shouldn’t be here.’s dangerous. There’s fire and I’m still-my powers are unpredictable

and 1 could accidentally–”

“Uncle Shawn, Lake interrupted, using the title that still felt foreign to me. “Can you teach us how to do that? The plasma thing? It looks

really fun.”

‘I’m not your uncle,” I said automatically. “And no, you can’t learn plasma blasts. That’s specifically my power. Each werewitch has their

own-

“But you are going to be our uncle,” Ollie pointed out with five-year-old logic. “Grandma and Grandpa are adopting you. That makes you

Dad’s stepbrother. Which makes you our uncle. That’s how family works.”

“Though technically you’d be our step-uncle,” Riley clarified. “Since its adoption rather than blood relation. But functionally the same.”

I opened my mouth to respond, then realized I had no idea what to say. These five-year-olds had just matter-of-factly explained family dynamics while I was still struggling with the concept.

“Boys.”

Another voice, this one familiar and carrying the kind of authority that made me instinctively stand straighter.

Silvia and Samuel emerged from the tree line, both moving carefully but with purpose. Silvia was still recovering from her near-death

experience two days ago, but she looked remarkably steady for someone who should probably still be in bed.

“You three were supposed to stay in the house,” Silvia said, though her tone carried more amusement than anger.

“We got bored,” Ollie explained. “And we heard explosions and wanted to see what was happening.”

“So you followed the sounds of combat into the woods without telling anyone?” Samuel asked.

“We’re very curious,” Riley offered.

fear.

“And very good at being sneaky,” Lake added.

“They get that from us,” Silvia said proudly to Samuel, as if the boys complete disregard for safety was something to be celebrated.

Then she turned her attention to me, and I felt suddenly exposed. Like she could see every thought I’d been having, every doubt, every

“Practicing?” she asked mildly, gesturing at the destroyed forest.

“I-yes,” I admitted. “I was trying to figure out my limits. How many blasts I could do before getting tired. Whether I could control the

intensity. I didn’t mean to start a fire, I swear. I was being careful about targeting trees away from the house and I thought I was far enough

out that-”

“Shawn,” Silvia interrupted gently. “Breathe. You’re not in trouble.”

“But I set the forest on fire.”

2/3

Chapter 447

It’s our forest, Samuel pointed out. “We can set it on fire if we want to. Though preferably with more controlled burns in the future.”

Eighty-three blasts, Riley said, apparently having counted. Before you noticed the fire. That’s impressive capacity.”

And no visible fatigue, Silvia observed, studying me with clinical interest. “How do you feel? Tired? Drained? Any physical symptoms?”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify