Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270 Severed Ties

Chapter 270 Severed Ties

Natalie’s POV

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“Please, let us in Quincy pleaded, her voice cracking as she looked past the enforcers shoulders toward the porch.

Her hands were trembling violently, her posture bent.

“We raised Natalie… We’re her foster parents. We heard through the border registries that she had traveled down to this countryside sector, and we just want to see her. We mean no harm to the Stone lineage, I swear it before the ancestors.”

I looked down at them from the elevation of the porch, my eyes dropped from their pale faces to the objects clutched in their hands.

Quincy was holding a heavy insulated bag of home-cooked food, the scent of traditional Southern spices leaking through the foil liners.

Beside her, Jordan was carefully cradling a single glass bottle of soda – a specific, vintage brand that had been popular in the coastal territories when I was a child.

I blinked in surprise, a sudden spike of absolute disbelief hitting my core.

My mind performed a violent leap backward into the archives of my childhood inside the Summers’ den.

I remembered vividly how, as a young pup, Quincy and Jordan had strictly forbidden me from touching anything sweet.

They treated sugars, processed nectars, and human-made treats like a chemical contaminant to a growing wolf’s physical form, claiming they would ruin the development of my internal channels.

Once, when I was barely ten seasons old, I had used a few scraps of my own tiny allowance to buy a single bottle of that exact soda from a human vendor near the pack academy.

When Quincy found it hidden beneath the blankets in my small room, she hadn’t just confiscated it; she had scolded me for three hours until my ears rang.

Jordan’s punishment had been even more technical, designed to break my spirit.

He had locked me in the dark transcription study for three consecutive days, stripping me of my standard meals and forcing me to write over a thousand words of personal reflection on

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He had made me memorize the long-term health hazards and the metabolic degradation of sugary drinks until I could recite them by heart under his glare.

I had spent those freezing nights crying over the parchment, my fingers cramped around the ink pen, genuinely believing I was a defective, broken child who had failed her pack’s standards.

And now… they’d brought it down to this wild axis as a gift?

I stood on the edge of the porch, the ridiculous contradiction of the gesture striking my senses. with the foul, oily taste of an insult.

I thought their strict discipline was a sign that they were molding me into a pristine Scribe worthy of the lineage.

I never dared buy or drink a sweet thing again, treating the very scent of sugar like a forbidden poison.

It was only much later that I realized having a drink now and then wasn’t harmful in the least.

Now, seeing Jordan standing in the dirt, carefully holding that glass bottle as if it were some grand, sacred gesture of paternal affection, I found it entirely difficult to stomach.

“Jordan, I remember you saying this specific drink was a forbidden contaminant to a wolf’s spirit,” I said, my voice cutting through the damp country air.

“You told me it was a sign of a degenerate pack discipline… So what exactly are you trying to do, bringing it down to this neutral axis now?”

My voice carried no warmth.

two figures below turned instantly at the sound of my cadence.

When Quincy’s eyes locked onto my figure standing on the illuminated porch, her eyes reddened instantly.

The composure she usually wore shattered, and heavy tears welled up until they spilled over her wrinkled cheeks in a desperate rush.

“Natalie!”

She let out a sharp, choked sob, dropping the insulated bag of food directly onto the gravel.

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She stepped forward, her arms opening wide as if she could simply run up the wooden steps

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But before her boot could even clear the first step, my body reacted on pure instinct.

I simply took a deliberate, slow step backward into the shadow of the porch, putting a clean yard of empty space between her perimeter and mine.

The absolute finality of that distance froze Quincy mid-step.

Her arms remained open in the empty air, her fingers trembling as she looked at the space I had just vacated.

Her tears fell harder, her shoulders shaking as she realized that the wall of silver built between us five years ago had traveled with me.

“You’re still angry with us, aren’t you?” Quincy wept, her voice high and pathetic.

“I know… I know I was blind, Natalie! After Sharon came back to the den, I ignored you. I let my own guilt override my senses, and I even stood by and let her beat and torment you, that

of was my fault! I admit my sin before the ancestors! But… but we still have eighteen years mother and daughter between us, Natalie! You can’t just slice away nearly two decades of shared blood and shared bread as if we were nothing but strangers!”

Her words didn’t move me in the least.

Nyx remained perfectly still within my mind, looking down at the weeping woman with a chilling, detached indifference.

I had once cared so deeply for this foster mother.

I remembered those seasons when I would spend my entire stipend buying the finest silk shawls, the rarest medicinal herbs, and the softest winter oils to bring back for Quincy.

I had spent those nights praying to the pack ancestors, hoping that if my achievements were grand enough, if my gifts were beautiful enough, I could ease the constant, bitter tension in her life with Jordan.

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