Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 The Awakening

over me, cold and west

wing of his surgical go

he whispered, his voice raspy with exhaustion. “The grafs have taken told – to Ms Summers‘ troue. They only need to

for twenty–four

nd Yvonne were stable

The Alpha’s gamble had paid off… I dismissed the specialists to the barracks next door, repeating the news to myself like a mantra to keep the exhaustion from dragging me under

But the peace was short–lived as I heard the frantic patter of feet before I saw them.

“Shalina! Shauna, how’s my mommy?”

Susie’s voice trembled, her little eyes wide and rimmed with red.

Sean didn’t speak, but he stood at her shoulder, his jaw set in a mimicry of his father’s stubbornness.

I knelt, placing a steadying hand on each of their shoulders. “You two must be good and listen to the doctors. It isn’t time to see her yet, the new skin is like wet clay, it needs time to set. Wait until she’s stronger, and then I promise, you’ll be the first ones through that door”

Sean’s frown deepened, his nostrils flaring as he caught a scent he didn’t like.

“Where’s Papa? Why isn’t he the one telling us this?”

My tone softened as I whispered truthfully, “your dad is in the inner safe house. His body gave out the moment he stepped out of that theater. He spiked a massive fever but he’ll be fine. He just needs to get some rest.”

The children fell silent, and for a long moment, the only sound was the hum of the facility.

Then Sean said firmly, with a tone similar to his father’s, “we want to see him… we won’t wake him. We just want to see.”

“Alright. I’ll take you.”

In the inner chamber, the doctors had already draped Baron in cooling linens.

It wasn’t a grave danger, but a total collapse of his energy.

When we entered, he was hooked up to an IV drip of concentrated wolfsbane and nutrients.

He was still unconscious, his face deathly pale, but the violent shivering had stopped.

“Don’t wony, one physician assured us. “His wolf is deep in a healing trance. What he needs most is rest.

I felt the tension leave the children’s bodies as they stood by his bed, watching the slow rise and tall of his chest,

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Chapter 93 The Awakening

We stayed there until the sun dipped below the horizon, and for the first time in days, the North felt quiet.

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Baron slept for two full days and two full nights. I guarded that door personally, turning away Council members and messengers

with a snarl.

On the third morning, the Pack–link suddenly flared with a sharp, commanding heat.

I rushed into the room just as his eyes snapped open.

The world was clearly still blurry to him, his pupils blown wide.

“Baron, you’re awake?” I hurried to his side, offering him a glass of fortified water.

Baron blinked, and suddenly bolted upright, ignoring the IV line. “Natalie! Where is she? Did the grafts hold?”

“I’ve handled everything. I’ve arranged the best specialists. She’s stable–she woke up six hours ago. But because of the extent of the grafts, she’s restricted. She can’t move her limbs yet.”

Baron looked at me, his eyes tracking the bruising under my own skin.

Without a word, he reached into the bedside drawer and passed me a small vial.

“Take this, Shauna. Then go to sleep… That’s an order. From here, I’ll handle the burden.”

“Alright,” I whispered, bowing my head. “But please, Alpha… take care of your own heart too.”

I bowed out, finally feeling the pull of the darkness, leaving him to reclaim his throne.

Natalie’s POV

I couldn’t move – my arms and legs were wrapped so tightly in medicated bandages that I felt like a cocooned insect.

Every inch of me felt strange, a buzzing, tingling sensation where the new skin was beginning to fuse with my nerves.

Susie was sitting on a stool by my bed, chirping about the flowers she wanted to plant in the villa gardens, while Sean stood by the window, acting as my little protector.

I heard the door hiss open. I couldn’t turn my head far, but I saw Sean’s eyes light up instantly.

“Papa! You’re awake!”

My heart gave a sudden, violent skip.

My gaze whipped to the door.

Standing there, leaning lazily against the frame with a gaze that was terrifyingly intense, was Baron.

He was pale, his signature black suit replaced by a simple dark shirt that made him look less like a King and more like a man who had walked through hell.

Beneath my wrappings, my eyes glistened with sudden, hot moisture.

When I had first woken up in this white room, Baron hadn’t been there.

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