The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power (by Emily Reed) novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123 The Warmth of Home

Chapter 123 The Warmth of Home

Cindy’s POV:

The palace banquet ended, and the night fell dark.

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The carriage rolled away from the royal palace, the symbol of the highest power. Its wheels clattered over the stone road in a steady, dull rhythm.

I leaned against the carriage wall and lifted a hand to rub my cheeks, which were sore from smiling too long.

“Your Grace, we’ve arrived,” the driver called from outside the curtain, his voice light and cheerful.

I lifted the curtain, and my eyes instantly burned.

The Silverpeak Pack estate, silent for so many years, was glowing with light.

Warm lights hung from the eaves like tiny flames, pushing back the darkness around the house.

The main gate stood wide open. There were no guards, no strict defenses, only the people I had missed every single day.

“Ms. Cindy!”

A cry, thick with tears, cut through the night.

A small figure came running out, stumbling as she ran. It was Jewel.

She rushed to the carriage, trying to help me down, but her hands shook badly.

Her eyes were swollen from crying for too long, yet her face held the brightest, most heartbreaking smile.

“Ms. Cindy, you’re finally home. You really come home.”

I jumped down and pulled her into my arms. Jewel smelled of sweet milk and tears.

Her softness shattered the hard shell I wore as a Duchess.

“Silly girl,” I said, stroking her back, my voice breaking. “Why are you crying? I’m back safely, aren’t I?”

“Welcome home, Alpha!”

The shout rose together-strong, steady, and filled with sorrow and rebirth all at once.

I looked past Jewel.

Dozens of people stood there.

They were no longer strong young warriors. Most of Silverpeak Pack’s fighters had died in that terrible

massacre.

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At the front stood old Tom Cannon, the butler. He had lost a leg, yet he stood straight with a cane.

Beside him was Alma Salvage, her hair white now, the same woman who had baked treats for me countless

times.

Behind them were several wolf pups, only seven or eight years old, peeking at me shyly. Their silver eyes shone with curiosity and awe.

They were the last bloodline of the Silverpeak Pack. They were the sparks of its future.

Everyone wore new clothes. Each person held something in their hands. My old wooden sword from childhood, a bowl of steaming venison soup, and fresh flowers from the first harvest in the yard.

“Guys…” I looked at those familiar, weathered faces. My throat tightened. “I’m sorry. I failed you. I made you suffer.”

“Alpha, don’t say that,” Tom said, stepping forward wobbly, tears streaming down his face. “As long as you’re alive, Silverpeak Pack still has its spirit. We still have a home”

“That’s right, Ms. Cindy!” Jewel wiped her tears and laughed. “When we heard you won the war and were coming back from the capital, nobody slept for days! We cleaned this house bit by bit. Even the cracks in the floor-we scrubbed everything. We didn’t want you to suffer.”

Surrounded by the group, I walked through the gate.

Under the old oak tree in the courtyard, several round tables had been set up.

I had already eaten at the palace, but the tables were still filled with steaming supper. It was the taste of home, the flavor only Silverpeak Pack had.

“Ms. Cindy, I made you new clothes. Try them on!”

“Alpha, this is Wolfblood Whiskey brewed using the old Alpha’s recipe. We buried it in the backyard ten years ago. We dug it up just for today.”

There were no court rules here. No fake smiles or forced toasts.

The pups gathered their courage and touched my cold armor. The elders held my hands and asked about the battlefield. Jewel bustled around like a busy bee, placing a cloak on my shoulders one moment and stuffing food into my hands the next..

“Ms. Cindy, were you ever in danger?” Jewel crouched by my knees, staring at the scratches on my armor with worry.

“No danger,” I said, looking into her clear eyes, my heart finally calm. “Once you’re home, there is no danger.”

I looked around the hall that was full of lives.

There was no gold or shining decor, only worn pillars and old furniture.

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Chapter 123 The Warmth of Home

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