Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466

SHAWN

But I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t shove the power back down. It was responding to my anger, to the humiliation, to every insecurity I’d

been carrying about whether I belonged here.

I tried to pull my hands away from the locker, but the plasma was spreading. The metal was glowing now, heat radiating outward, and

I could feel the power building.

I was going to explode. Going to release a plasma blast in the middle of the hallway and probably kill half the students in the

immediate vicinity.

Then something cold hit me. Incredibly, shockingly cold.

Liquid nitrogen, I realized distantly. Someone had just doused me with liquid nitrogen.

The extreme cold immediately quenched the plasma radiation, the energy dissipating as my body temperature dropped rapidly. The

glow faded from my hands, and the power retreated back to wherever it came from when not actively deployed.

I stood there, dripping and freezing, staring at the completely destroyed locker.

“That was close,” a voice said.

I turned to find four teenagers standing a few feet away. They looked like stereotypical nerds—one carrying what appeared to be a

portable liquid nitrogen canister, another with glasses and a tablet, a third with multiple bags hanging off their shoulders, and the fourth

standing slightly apart from the group.

The one with the nitrogen canister-who’d apparently just saved

from plasma detonation-stepped forward.

“Chase,” he said, extending his hand. “And before you ask, yes, I just happened to be carrying liquid nitrogen. Science club. We were

doing an experiment with rapid cooling effects.”

“Shawn,’ I managed, still trying to process what had just happened.

“We know,” the one with the tablet said. “You’re the newly adopted Blackwood. The werewitch with plasma manipulation abilities.

We’ve been following the adoption announcement.”

‘That’s not creepy at all,” I said.

“It’s strategic awareness,” she corrected. “I’m Kamsi. This is Izzy-” she gestured to the one with all the bags, “-and Alex.” The fourth

member of their group, who was watching me with curious intensity.

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Thanks for the save,” I said, gesturing to the nitrogen canister. “I was about to…. that would have been bad.”

“We noticed,” Chase said. “The plasma radiation signature was escalating rapidly. Another few seconds and you would have released a blast that would have caused significant property damage and possible casualties.”

“How did you know that?” I asked suspiciously.

“Science club, Kamsi repeated. We study supernatural abilities and their physical manifestations. Your plasma manipulation has distinctive energy patterns.”

Something about them felt off. Not threatening, but definitely unusual.

Then I caught it. The scent. Or rather, the lack of scent.

Three of them smelled like normal humans. But Chase-Chase had that distinctive werewolf scent underneath something else. Some kind of masking agent that was almost but not quite effective enough.

“You’re a werewolf.” I said to Chase.

He tensed slightly. “Officially, no. Officially, I’m human. We’re all human.”

“But you’re not,” I said, looking at the others more carefully. “None of you are.”

Izzy sighed. “This is why I said we should have stayed anonymous. But no, Kamsi wanted to make friends.”

“Making friends is practical,” Kamsi defended. “And Shawn clearly needs allies who understand what it’s like to hide what you are.”

“I’m not hiding.” I said. “Everyone knows I’m werewitch. It was announced publicly.”

“But you’re hiding the extent of your abilities,” Alex said, speaking for the first time. Their voice was androgynous, hard to place. “Pretending to be controlled when you’re clearly struggling. That’s a different kind of hiding.”

I looked at them more carefully. Alex didn’t smell like anything. Literally nothing. No werewolf scent, no human scent, no supernatural signature I could identify.

“What are you?” I asked.

“Fae,” Alex said simply. “Half-blood. My mother was fae, my father was human. I inherited enough fae traits to be problematic but not enough to be fully accepted by either community.”

“I’m a witch,” Kamsi added. ‘Not werewitch. Just witch. My family has been practicing magic for generations, but we don’t advertise because werewolf packs historically haven’t been great about accepting magic users who aren’t also shifters.”

“And I’m a halfblood werewolf,” Izzy said. “One werewolf parent, one human parent. I can shift but not fully, I have enhanced abilities

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but not to pack standards. Basically, I’m not werewolf enough for the pack and too werewolf for human society.”

“We’ve been hiding in plain sight, Chase explained. “Pretending to be human students at this school while our families live quietly in

the territory. It’s safer than admitting what we are and dealing with the prejudice.”

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