Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450

SHAWN

Plus you’re useful,” Ollie added. “The plasma blasts were really cool.

Ollie, Lumina said warningly.

“What? They were cool! Uncle Shawn can blow up trees!”

I’m not your uncle yet,” I said automatically.

“But you will be,” Ollie insisted. “Once the adoption is official. Then you’ll be Uncle Shawn and you can teach us cool stuff.”

“I’m not teaching you plasma blasts,” I said immediately.

“Not plasma blasts, Riley clarified. “But perhaps survival techniques? strategic thinking? You’ve been living independently for six months.

That requires significant practical knowledge that could be educational.”

“You want me to teach you how to shoplift and sleep in abandoned buildings?” I asked incredulously.

“Situational awareness and resource acquisition in hostile environments,” Riley corrected. “Which are valuable skills.”

“No,” Xenois said flatly. “Nobody is teaching my children how to be homeless.”

“But- Riley started.

“No.”

“It’s practical-”

“Riley.”

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The five-year-old subsided, but he was clearly filing the idea away for future reference.

I caught Lyn watching me from across the table, his expression thoughtful. When our eyes met, he gave me a small, encouraging smile. Like he understood what it felt like to be the new addition to an established family, to be uncertain about where you fit.

“How are you handling everything? Lyn asked. “The adoption news, the family integration, the sudden shift from independent survival to

supported living?”

“I’m… adjusting,” I said carefully. “It’s a lot. Good, but a lot.”

“That’s normal,” Lyn assured me. “I spent years hiding what I was before Zade and I got together. And even after we bonded, even after the pack accepted me, there were moments when I felt like an imposter. Like didn’t really belong and everyone would eventually realize their

mistake.”

“Do you still feel that way?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” he admitted. “But less often now. And when I do feel that way, I remind myself that feeling like you belong isn’t something

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that happens overnight. It’s something you build, piece by piece, through shared experiences and trust.

How long did it take?” I asked. To feel like you really belonged?”

Lyn considered this. Probably about a year before I stopped constantly second-guessing my place here. Another year before I fully trusted that people’s acceptance was genuine. And I still have moments of doubt sometimes. But they re rare now, and they pass quickly.”

‘So I just need to give it time,” I said.

And patience with yourself,” Lyn added. “You’re seventeen, you’ve lost your mother, you’ve been living rough for months, and now you’re being dropped into a large, chaotic family during an active crisis. Nobody expects you to adjust instantly. Give yourself permission to struggle

with it.”

That was possibly the most understanding thing anyone had said to me since this whole situation started.

Thank you, I said.

“You’re welcome. And Shawn? If you ever need to talk-about anything, about adjusting or powers or just life in general-Im available. Lynn too. We know what it’s like to be werewitch in werewolf territory. W can help.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

The meal continued, conversations flowing and overlapping in ways at were impossible to fully follow. But I was starting to recognize patterns. The way Silvia and Samuel communicated through glances and small gestures. How Xenois and Lumina coordinated parenting without

verbal discussion. The easy affection between Zade and Lyn that showed in casual touches and shared smiles.

This was family. Messy and complicated and loud and imperfect, but fundamentally loving.

Could I be part of this? Could someone like me-broken and scared and dangerous-fit into something this good?

“Stop spiraling.” Silvia said, apparently possessing psychic abilities along with everything else. “I can see you overthinking from here. You

belong here. Accept it and move on.

Tm not spiraling.” I protested.

You’re absolutely spiraling,” Samuel agreed. ‘It’s the same expression Xenois used to get when he was young and convinced he wasn’t good enough to be alpha. Very distinctive. All the Blackwood children make that face when they’re doubting themselves.”

“I’m not a Blackwood child yet.” I pointed out.

‘Technicality,” Silvia dismissed. “The paperwork is just formality. Youre already ours. We claimed you weeks ago when we took you in after

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