Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265 The Scribe

Baron’s POV

“Not at all.” I replied to her previous tease, my voice a low baritone that held absolutely no shame.

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I kept my eyes locked onto the rear bumper of Flynn’s lead transport as the convoy began its descent down the stoping mountain

road.

“They’re just lightbulbs between us anyway. Loud, demanding little lightbulbs that keep drawing the focus away from where it properly belongs.”

I wasn’t joking.

To my inner wolf, Raze, the twins were nothing short of tiny sophisticated thieves who systematically stole Natalie’s attention during every waking hour of the day, leaving barely a scrap of her scent or her warmth for me.

We loved them… sure, but I still want my mate to myself.

Natafie had to stifle a genuine laugh, her shoulders shaking slightly as she turned her head to look at my profile.

But as the SUV cleared the outer gates of the academy and swung onto the main territorial highway, the amusement in her aura suddenly evaporated, replaced by sharp curiosity.

She shifted in her seat, casting one last, calculating glance back through the tinted window toward the entrance of the kindergarten.

I tracked her movement through the rearview mirror instantly picking up the subtle shift in the wind.

The little girl from before was still standing on the concrete steps of the pavilion.

She was clutching the rejected bag against her chest like a prized relic, her small fingers gripped tightly around the wooden clip.

The moment she noticed Natalie’s gaze lingering through the glass, she didn’t recoil or lower her head as a pup normally would in the presence of an Alpha lineage.

Instead, she offered a bright, brilliant smile.

Natalie’s gaze lingered on her clothes, the girl’s uniform was the standard issue of the academy, but the fabric was worn thin at the cuffs, stained with old ink at the hem, and clearly hadn’t been treated.

Her dark brows drew together slightly, a faint ripple of profound unease rising through the bond.

“What is it?” I asked, my large palm sliding over hers to gently tug her hand. “Did her wolf project a frequency? Did you catch a rogue marker?”

She slid back into the center of the seat, her fingers remaining limp within my grip as she fell deep into thought.

“That little girl doesn’t seem well cared for, Baron,” Natalie murmured.

“At a kindergarten managed by the elite regional councils, shouldn’t every child be treated with the exact same standard of care? The pack laws explicitly state that the young of the den must be nourished equally to ensure a stable growth cycle.”

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Chapter 265 The Scribe

The world isti’t fair, Natalie.” I said honestly. “Ever, within the boundaries of the high councils, the internal hierarchy dictates the resources. That’s preciselyaving was went our kids to this integrated academy instead of some isolated, elite sanctuary in the high ridges, so they’d see the wality of the tiers early, se4hey’d understand how others live

outside the pack

I tightened my grip on her hand, my thumb tracing the smooth skin of her wrist.

“That girl’s family clearly struggles within the lower factions of the city. Her parents probably don’t earn enough tokens to secure the premium registry allowances, so a basic snack pack from the kitchen feels like a treasure to her. She’s just a common omega pup trying to survive the winter.”

Natalie didn’t argue with my assessment.

But the lingering tension in her shoulders didn’t dissolve.

That forced, perfect smile the child had offered, it didn’t look like the behavior of an ordinary, hungry Child

“A child only smiles like that if they’re completely invisible at home,” she murmured, her voice carrying a soft, devastating weight that made Raze stretch his claws within my chest.

“They learn to mold their faces into whatever the predators want to see, just to ensure they aren’t kicked out.”

My expression shifted instantly as the true meaning of her observation hit my senses.

I knew exactly what she was remembering.

She was looking at the reflection of the cold years she had endured inside the Summers household before the fire.

“The Summers family went down to the pack sidetoo,” I said, my tone turning sharp and clinical as I introduced the latest piece from my tracking reports.

“Our scouts confirmed their vanguard crossed the border post two hours ago… They’re digging through the old hospital registries for those specific villagers, trying to find the source of your birth charts just like we are. Jensen’s corporate lawyers are trying to build a shield before the Stone Pack carries out an eviction. If you’d rather avoid the boundary overlap, I can make it happen before our wheels hit the dirt.”

“No need,” Natalie answered, her voice completely calm, almost entirely detached from the old trauma.

She turned her face toward the windshield, her gaze fixed on the long, winding road.

“We’re complete strangers now. Whatever they were to me during those eighteen years, I repaid the debt long ago in a currency they understood.”

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