Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107 The Sketch Of A Daughter

Baron’s POV

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I stood back, watching Natalie through my mask

She was weeping and I had to force myself from going to hold her.

This woman, Ruby, was pitiful, and Natalie was drowning in that pity.

“I won’t leave,” Natalie whispered, her voice cracking. She reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed Ruby’s hair. “But you need to rest first… only if you rest can you take care of me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes… yes, I’ll listen to you,” Ruby gasped, her eyes never moved from Natalie’s face.

She was clinging to Natalie’s hand as if she would vanish into thin air.

I shifted my weight, my coat rustling.

Beside me, Flynn and Waylon both turned their heads away, their own tears falling silently.

They were Alphas, men who were supposed to be pillars of strength, yet they were crumbling in the face of a miracle they didn’t dare believe in.

Natalie helped the nurses settle Ruby onto the stretcher but as they began to wheel her away, Ruby’s grip never faltered.

Waylon and Flynn stepped aside and followed closely behind them.

Yvonne started to follow them, her face a mask of confusion and empathy, but I stepped forward and caught her by the arm.

“Brother… Sister Nat…” Yvonne started to protest, her voice low.

“It’s fine,” I rasped, my voice distorted by the mask’s resonance chamber.

I reached into the hidden inner pocket of my robes and pulled out two small, sterile envelopes. “Take these samples to the lab. want an urgent DNA test. Cross–match them immediately. I want the results before the sun is fully up.”

Before coming here, I had taken a strand of Natalie’s hair from her pillow and now, in the chaos of Ruby’s breakdown, I had “discreetly” harvested a few strands from the elder woman’s head.

The coincidence was too heavy, too complicated to ignore.

Yvonne stared at the envelopes, her eyes widening in shock. “Brother… whose are these? Are you saying…?”

“Stop asking questions,” I snapped, “just go, use the priority code. If anyone stalls, tell them I’ll dismantle the lab personally.”

I flicked her forehead with a gloved finger, making her yelp, then shoved the envelopes into her hands.

She grumbled something under her breath about my temper, but she didn’t delay as she hurried off toward the laboratory wing

I turned back toward the ward.

Natalie was playing the role of the dutiful daughter with a grace that was either the world’s best performance or a biological

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Chapter 107 The Sketch Of A Daughter

imperative

I watched from the shadows of the doorway as she helped the nurses lift Ruby onto the bed.

She moved with a gentleness that made my chest ache… she had never shown that side to me

Flynn stepped forward, looking like he wanted to intervene, but Waylon caught his son’s arm, holding him back

“Dad,” Flynn whispered, his voice thick with worry. “Natalie is still recovering herself. Her skin… the integration. I’m worried Mom’s madness will frighten her. We’re putting too much on a stranger.”

Waylon’s brow furrowed, his eyes fixed on the sight of Natalie soothing Ruby with a cup of water.

He lowered his voice and whispered: “find a way to get a strand of Natalie’s hair, Flynn. Run a DNA test with yours. Now.”

Flynn blinked, stunned.

He looked at his father as if Waylon had finally succumbed to the family’s shared delusion. “Dad, Mom may be deranged by the infection, but you too? How could Natalie possibly be my sister? She died twenty–four years ago, Dad. We were at the funeral… we buried the casket.”

“Just do it,” Waylon commanded.

Flynn let out a helpless, frustrated sigh.

“Fine,” Flynn muttered, his voice cracking. “I’ll find a chance… If we’re all going to be mad, we might as well do it together.”

I watched Flynn slip away, no doubt to find a brush or a fallen thread but I didn’t stop him.

Let them search.

The more eyes on the truth, the harder it would be for the “Summers” family to hide their sins once I came for them.

“No! Ruby’s screamed. “I won’t sleep again! Never again! If I close my eyes, the dark will take you! I’ll wake up and you’ll be cold!”

Natalie winced at the sudden change in tone.

“Alright,” Natalie said softly, “Then we won’t sleep. How about I draw you a picture instead? I need to focus on something, and maybe you can help me.”

Waylon and Flynn, who had been hovering near the foot of the bed, froze.

“Natalie… you can draw?” Waylon asked, his voice filled with a strange, hopeful awe.

“I studied the arts of the Scribe,” Natalie said, glancing back at them with a small, tired smile. “I’ve always found peace in the line and the ink.”

Ruby herself lit up with a joy that was almost painful to witness. “My daughter takes after me!” she cried, her voice rising in a pitch of manic delight. “I always loved to draw! I used to sketch the wildflowers on the northern plains.”

“is that so? Then let me draw you something. Would you like that?” Natalie’s smile softened further “Yes” Ruby wept, her happiness shining through the tears.

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