Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105 The Past Part 2

Natalie’s POV

Flynn spotted me the moment we stepped off the elevator.

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He looked rough, his collar rumpled and his eyes filled with red. He rushed toward me, “Natalie? Why are you here? You shouldn’t be out yet.”

“I heard Mrs. Stone’s condition wasn’t good, Alpha Flynn,” I said, my voice steady despite the fear in my chest. “I came to see her… couldn’t sit still knowing she was suffering. How is she?”

Flynn shook his head, “It’s not just the clotting, Natalie. The doctors say her blood is refusing to hold, but it’s more than that. My mom’s mental state… it’s like she’s given up. She’s sliding away but still… Thank you for coming. It means a lot to see you here.”

“Of course,” I replied, my heart aching for him. “After all, this only happened because she donated her skin for me. She literally gave me her protection. If anything happens to her because of that, I won’t be at peace with myself.”

While we were speaking, the heavy double doors at the end of the hall swung open.

A man hurried in, his face slick with sweat and fear.

The resemblance was uncanny… he was like the older version of Flynn.

“Sir, don’t worry,” I said, stepping forward instinctively. “The Witch Doctor has already gone in… I’ve seen him work miracles that defy logic… Mrs. Stone will be fine.”

He turned toward the sound of my voice, his breath hitching in his chest.

The moment his eyes landed on my face, he froze.

He didn’t just look at me; he looked through me. He froze mid–step, his hands hovering in the air as if he were trying to touch a mirage.

“You…”

I stiffened, my breath catching. I instinctively glanced at Flynn, looking for an explanation for why his father looked like he was about to collapse at the sight of me.

Flynn moved quickly, sensing the weight of the moment. He reached out and tugged his father’s sleeve, anchoring him back to reality.

“Dad, stay with us. This is Natalie. She’s the one who received the skin donation, she heard about Mom’s condition and came to offer her thanks.”

Sensing the weird and frozen silence, Yvonne immediately stepped forward.

She moved with the grace of a trained soldier, pulling me behind her shoulder to shield me from the Alpha’s piercing stare. “What’s going on here, Alpha Stone? He’s frightening her.”

This wasn’t the first time had seen this expression today. First Flynn, now Waylon.

My brows furrowed as I stepped out from behind Yvonne, refusing to be that scared little girl again. “Mr. Stone, please be honest

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Chapter 105 The Past Part 2

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with me. Is there something wrong with my face? Did the Witch Doctor make a mistake in the features?”

Flynn’s father startled out of his trance, his shoulders dropping as he hurriedly shook his head.

He looked away, wiping a hand across his face. “No… No mistake. It’s just… you look so much like my wife. Not as she is now… but as she was when she was young.”

He looked back at me, his eyes shimmering with a grief that I felt deep in my heart.

The thought of his lost child brought a visible heaviness to their hearts… I stood there, momentarily stunned.

Flynn had once said I resembled a relative who had died and now Waylon was saying I looked like his wife’s younger self.

This couldn’t be a coincidence…. I tried to change the topic.

“Mr. Stone,” I said softly, trying to draw him back to the present. “Isn’t Mrs. Stone inside being treated right now? What exactly is going on with her? Flynn mentioned a mental state, but the blood… why won’t it clot?”

He gestured toward a row of plastic chairs, his strength seemingly spent. Slowly, he introduced himself as Waylon and told me about their daughter.

By the time he finished, his eyes were bloodshot. “My poor little girl… she was the light of our lives for three days. She was beautiful from the moment she was born, Natalie. My wife was overjoyed; she used to stay up just staring at her, saying the baby looked just like her, a perfect mirror. We thought it was the ultimate blessing of the Moon Goddess… Who would have thought that just seventy–two hours later, she would suddenly die? No warning. No illness. Just… gone.”

He leaned forward, his head in his hands. “From that moment on, Ruby was never the same. The joy died with the child… she blamed herself, and the depression never left. To tell you the truth, Natalie, sometimes I wonder if this clotting disorder isn’t something she’s brought on herself through sheer force of will.”

I frowned at the tragedy of the story. “Why? Why would a mother do that to herself? She has Flynn… She has you.”

Waylon gave a bitter, hollow smile. “Why else? She’s tired of living in a world where that baby isn’t breathing. If my son and I hadn’t kept such a close watch, she would have followed that child into the dark countless times by now. She believes it was her fault; that her heart killed the one thing she loved most.”

I fell silent.

A mother like that was undeniably devoted, but it felt like an execution of the family she had left behind.

“Waylon, hasn’t she seen doctors? Therapists? Surely the Blackridge pack has healers for the mind?”

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