Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 385

Talia’s POV

When the crowd started to leave, Arya lingered, looking back and forth between Nolan and me. My wolf gave a tense huff, and I could already tell what she was thinking. She still hadn’t moved past Maggie’s failed attempt to take Nolan from us.

‘I know what you’re thinking,’ I said before she could speak, but she kept going anyway.

‘She’s just like Maggie,’ my wolf grumbled. ‘She’s watching him like he’s the moon. We should keep an eye on her.’

‘Arya’s just a young, impressionable warrior,’ I said. ‘It makes sense for her to admire a strong Alpha.’

‘There’s a thin line between admiring someone and wanting them,’ my wolf huffed.

Nolan nudged me gently. “Don’t worry. I only have eyes for you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, laughing.

“Yes, you do,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss me.

I watched Arya walk into the packhouse, her head held high, other warriors gathering around her. My wolf relaxed, but I told myself to remain alert. We didn’t need another Maggie.

‘If she crosses the line this time, kick her out of the pack immediately,’ my wolf said.

‘You don’t have to remind me. I won’t hesitate,’ I replied.

Nolan and I walked to the pack house. The house was just as I remembered it, not as extravagant as Silverfang's but still warm and cozy in its own way. When we reached our suite, Annie practically bounced with excitement, and Clara stood at the door with her.

Clara hugged me so tight I couldn't breathe. "Welcome home!" she said, her voice full of relief and happiness.

I laughed. “I missed you too, Clara.”

When Clara let go, Annie hugged my waist and giggled.

“Welcome home, Luna!” Annie said gleefully.

“You’ve grown taller,” I said, ruffling her hair.

Annie bounced on her toes. “Are you going to stay for a long time this time?”

“I’m staying for a long time,” I said.

Annie grinned. “Clara’s been taking care of me. She even arranged training, and sometimes she lets me help cook.”

Clara let out a fake groan. “Help is a strong word.”

“Hey! I helped make the bread last night,” Annie said.

Clara rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “Cook? You mean burn the food.”

Annie stuck out her tongue. “I only burned the bread once!” She glanced at me, a little shy. “I’m still learning.”

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