Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390 Rebuilding The Foundations

Baron’s POV

Four weeks after the fall of the Moon Pack, Blackridge looked nothing like the fortress that had survived years of war,

The valley had become a place of creation instead of destruction.

Every wall, every roof, every beam was being raised by the people who would one day live beneath them.

I stood near the center of the western clearing with an axe resting comfortably across my shoulder.

Sweat rolled down my chest beneath the afternoon sun, dampening the old scars that crossed my skin.

Nearby, my discarded leather mantle hung over a tree stump, forgotten while work demanded both hands.

A thick cedar trunk lay across the worksite.

I planted my feet, tightened my grip, and swung.

Crack!

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The axe split deep into the wood, sending fresh chips scattering across the ground.

“Raise the support beam another few inches!” I called across the clearing. “Don’t force it. Let the weight settle naturally before locking the pins.”

Several voices answered immediately.

“Yes Sir!”

Across the foundation, Flynn stood balanced on a newly raised timber frame, guiding one end of a massive crossbeam into position. Dust covered his leather vest and streaked his forearms, but he barely seemed to notice.

“Push!”

Half a dozen warriors leaned into the beam together.

With a heavy thud, the timber slid perfectly into place.

“There!” Flynn shouted.

“Iron pins!”

Sean immediately darted forward carrying a canvas pouch nearly half his size.

He knelt beside the beam, carefully handing each iron peg to the waiting works exactly

Waylon watched nearby with obvious approval.

“Good,” he rumbled

“Always bring the boats before they reded”

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Sean nodded seriously.

“I remembered.”

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“I can see that.”

The old Alpha rested a large hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“You’re learning.”

Watching them together settled something deep inside me.

Sean no longer looked over his shoulder every few minutes.

His movements weren’t hesitant anymore.

He smiled.

Not often.

But naturally.

It was enough.

A few yards away, Ruby worked with several women arranging supplies beneath temporary canvas shelters while Susie wandered happily between stacks of timber carrying armfuls of tiny yellow flowers she insisted every table needed.

Every few minutes she’d proudly place another bundle into someone’s hands before running off to collect more.

Nobody stopped her.

Nobody told her she was in the way.

The workers simply laughed and thanked her before returning to their tasks.

Blackridge wasn’t just rebuilding houses.

It was rebuilding childhood.

I leaned against the axe handle and looked across the valley.

The old divisions were gone.

Blackridge warriors and Nomadic scouts worked shoulder to shoulder without hesitation.

Some hauled stone from the aver

Others mixed mortar by hand.

Carpenters shaped beams while younger wolves sorted supplies and care tool light one stats

No one cared whose pack someone had belonged to before

There was only one now

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The Warmth of the mate bond stirred gently beneath my ribs.

Even before I turned, I knew Natalie was close.

I’d recognize that quiet presence anywhere.

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She stepped out from beneath the shade of the willows wearing simple work clothes instead of the heavy coats she’d worn thro

the war.

A loose braid rested over one shoulder, and sunlight caught the silver strands woven through her hair.

She simply walked through the clearing watching her people build.

“You’ve made remarkable progress,” she said as she stopped beside me.

I smiled.

“We’ve had plenty of help.”

She looked around the valley.

“They’re building more than homes.”

“They’re building trust.”

I nodded.

“Forty new families will arrive before winter.”

“They’ll have roofs waiting.”

Natalie’s eyes softened.

“You planned for all of them.”

“I planned for the future.”

She stepped closer, brushing her fingertips lightly across one of the old scars along my ribs before resting her hand over my fa

“The houses follow the natural shape of the valley,” she said quietly.

“The roads leave room for the children to play.”

She looked into my eyes.

“You thought about everything”

I covered her hand with mine..

“I learned from the best planner know.

A faint laugh escaped her.

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“Now you calculate homes.”

“And somehow,” she whispered, like this much better.”

“So do I.”

For several peaceful moments we simply stood together, watching our family build the future we’d nearly lost forever.

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Natalie’s POV

I remained beside Baron for another moment, listening to the steady rhythm of hammers and axes echo through the clearing before I continued along the newly marked foundation paths.

Everywhere I looked, life was taking root.

Children chased one another between stacks of timber while the older warriors measured beams and secured stone foundations

Women prepared food beneath large canvas shelters, laughter drifting across the valley whenever someone told an old story from the wandering days.

For years, this land had known only preparation for war.

Now it was learning peace.

“Natty.”

Yvonne’s gentle voice pulled me from my thoughts.

I turned to find her approaching with Kaelen beside her.

The fear that had once lived permanently behind her eyes had disappeared.

She still carried quiet sadness whenever memories of her father surfaced, but it no longer controlled her. She looked healther with every passing week.

Kaelen hadn’t left her side since the day we spared his life.

The former executioner still spoke little, but he no longer carried himself like a weapon waiting for orders.

Instead, he watched Yvonne with calm attentiveness, stepping beside her naturally whenever the ground became paused to speak with someone

They looked less like fugitives and more like two people finally learning what ordinary happs Poll Ca

“I still have trouble believing all this is real,” Wonne admulti-d softly as she fooked a

Her eyes followed Sean as he proudly caled anther bull of royalty towwestfjom

“But every day I wake up here all see is kindims”

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He spent twenty years protecting a lie.”

“He taught you to fear people because fear was the only thing keeping you loyal.”

She lowered her gaze.

“I almost believed him until the very end.”

“But you didn’t.”

Her eyes met mine.

“You chose the truth.”

Kaelen quietly reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers.

“If she hadn’t,” he said, “none of us would be standing here.”

His voice remained low and steady.

“I owe her my life.”

Yvonne looked at him before smiling shyly.

“And I owe you yours.”

I watched them for a moment before gesturing toward the riverside.

“Ruby is preparing lunch for everyone.”

“You should go help her.”

Yvonne nodded immediately.

“We will.”

As they walked away together, I found myself smiling again.

The bond between them had begun in violence and impossible circumstances, yet somehow it had become something gentle

Perhaps that was what healing truly looked like.

Not forgetting the past

Choosing not to live inside it.

I continued toward the lower meadow where Sean and Susie were helping their grandparents

A few yards away. Susie proudly handed Ruby bunches of wildflowers she’s gathered from time

“We need these

Ruby laughed.

declared with absolute poederick

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“And what are they for?”

“So the new families feel happy when they come.”

The answer made several nearby workers smile.

Ruby crouched beside her granddaughter and kissed the top of her head.

“That’s a wonderful idea.”

Susie beamed before hurrying off to gather even more flowers.

I stood quietly, taking in the entire scene.

The children were laughing.

The adults were building.

The warriors no longer stood waiting for battle but for supper.

The valley had become exactly what we had dreamed of during the darkest nights of the war.

A place where families could simply live.

I felt Baron step beside me again without saying a word.

His hand found mine naturally.

Together we watched Sean hammer another wooden peg into place while Susie filled the windowsills of unfinished homes with bright yellow flowers.

“This,” I whispered, squeezing his hand gently, “was always worth fighting for.”

He looked at me, warmth filling his eyes.

“Yes.”

“it was.”

For the first time in many years, tomorrow no longer felt uncertain,

It felt like home.