Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484

“This is excessive,” Mom corrected.

This is love expressed through baked goods,” Grandma countered.

I grabbed a cookie-chocolate chip, my favorite-and bit into it. It was perfect. Warm and gooey and exactly what I needed even though I’d just eaten

cereal.

Thank you, Grandma,” I said.

“You’re welcome, darling,” she said, ruffling my hair. “And Lake? What you did last night was remarkable. Your grandfather and I are very proud.”

“We taught you well,” Grandpa added. “Tactical improvisation under pressure is a valuable skill.”

“You didn’t teach him that,” Mom protested. “He figured it out himself.”

“We created the environment that encouraged such thinking. Grandpa said. That counts as teaching.”

“That’s a stretch,” Dad said, but he was smiling.

Uncle Shawn appeared then, looking nervous. He’d been at school yesterday during the attack and had come home to chaos and explanations about

infiltrators.

“Is everyone really okay?” he asked.

“We’re really okay,” I assured him. I used portals to make UV light and trapped the bad nightwalker again.

“That’s amazing, Shawn said, sitting down with us. “I wish I could have helped.”

You’re learning control, Riley said. “Which is the priority right now. Once your plasma abilities are stable, you ll be a significant defensive asset.”

“Im trying.” Shawn said. “The Underground kids at school are helping. They have experience managing powers while hiding them.”

The Underground?” Dad asked sharply.

“It’s not a conspiracy,” Shawn said quickly. Just some supernatural kids who don’t fit traditional pack molds. They’re actually really nice and bipful

We should meet them,” Mom said. “If they’re helping Shawn integrate, I want to know who they are.

They re scared of eathority, Shawn said. “Most of them have been hiding for years because they thought the park wouldn’t arript them Meeting the

alpha and Lana might freak them out

Then we’ll be subtle.” Mom said “Maybe ill volunteer at the hand. Just happen to encounter them casually

“That’s not subtle, I pointed out.

its subtle adjacent, Mam defended.

We spent the rest of the morning just being family. Eating cookies, telling stories, not worrying about nightwalkers infiltrates or any of the scary

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things happening outside our house.

It was nice. Normal, even if our version of normal included discussion of plasma abilities and portal mechanics and security protocols designed by five year-olds.

This was my family. Complicated and powerful and sometimes scary but always loving.

Yesterday I’d been afraid. Today I was safe.

And tomorrow-tomorrow we’d probably face new challenges. But we’d face them together.

That’s what family meant.

Protection and love and cookies after traumatic events.

I could live with that.

Even if it meant occasionally having to open portals to the sun and trap nightwalkers in improvised UV prisons.

That was just part of being Lake Blackwood.

Five years old, portal manipulator, occasional emergency responder.

It was weird.

But it was mine.

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Not even a normal childhood without supernatural abilities.

Because this family, this chaotic, powerful, loving family-it was worth every scary moment.

Worth everything.

I grabbed another cookie and listened to Grandma argue with Mom about appropriate sugar consumption while Riley calculated the optimal cookie to nutrition ratio and Ollie just enjoyed being held.

This was home.

Weird, complicated, occasionally attacked by infiltrators-but home.

And I was going to protect it

With portals and UV light and whatever else I needed to keep everyone safe

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