The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power (by Emily Reed) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209 The Kazeks’ Tears

Fiona’s POV:

Maya’s hand jerked violently.

Those eyes that had been dull and lifeless suddenly flared, bursting into a startling, last-glimmer brilliance. It was the light of someone clawing back from the edge.

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Her withered fingers clamped around my wrist with terrifying strength, nearly crushing the bone.

“Really?” Her voice was sharp and trembling, filled with frightened disbelief. “You’re not … not-lying to this old thing?”

“I’m not lying!” I nodded frantically, tears streaming down my face. “He’s coming in now! He’s coming in right now!”

The words had barely left my mouth when hurried footsteps sounded outside, followed by Roger’s voice, thick with sobs and nearly breaking apart.

“Grandmother! Mother! Look! Look who’s come back!”

I lifted my head and saw Roger rush in like a gale, holding tightly to a small, painfully thin figure in his

arms.

In the outer hall, my mother, Astra’s maternal grandmother, was seated.

Her hair had long since turned white. These past two years of mourning her daughter and grandson had nearly cost her her sight. On most days, she had to squint just to make out shapes.

When her blurred vision finally focused on the child in Roger’s arms-

“My child!”

Her cry was so piercing it seemed to tear the air apart. All the strength drained from her body, and she collapsed backward like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Mother!”

“Madam!”

The room erupted into chaos. Everyone rushed forward at once, pinching pressure points, offering water, and patting her back.

I saw Astra struggle anxiously in Roger’s arms, his little face flushed red, hoarse, urgent sounds spilling from his throat like the cries of a wounded animal.

Roger quickly lowered him beside the couch.

Astra knelt, reaching out with hands so thin they were little more than bone. Trembling, he clasped his grandmother’s icy fingers and pressed his small face against her hand, as if trying to pour all his warmth

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Chapter 209 The Kazeks’ Tears

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into her.

After a long while, Mother slowly came to.

When she opened her eyes again and saw that face so close to hers, thin yet unmistakably familiar, when she felt that faint but undeniable warmth-

“This isn’t a dream…” Her hand shook as she touched Astra’s cheek, her fingertips trembling. “It really isn’t a dream…”

The entire Kazek household broke into sobs.

But these were no longer the hollow, death-heavy wails of the past two years.

They were cries filled to the brim, nearly overflowing, strong enough to lift the roof itself.

Cries of rebirth, reunion, and joy after surviving catastrophe.

Cindy’s POV:

In the rear courtyard of Baron Kazek’s estate, the air was thick with the scent of herbs and an old, lingering sandalwood aroma.

Ever since the matriarch fainted and was revived, the crying throughout the estate had not stopped.

The sound of it, heart-rending sobs mixed with curses hurled at an unjust fate, was like a dull blade scraping again and again against my ears.

“My goddess! Why torment such a child! Why not let these old bones suffer in his place!”

The matriarch’s anguished cries echoed from the inner rooms.

Standing beneath the corridor eaves, I finally couldn’t hold it in anymore.

All the strength I had forced along the way, the ruthlessness I showed toward the traffickers, the calm 1 pretended before Prince Adam, and the brave smile I wore for Astra-all of it collapsed in this moment before the family’s unrestrained grief.

I covered my mouth, turned, and ran toward the corner of the garden. Leaning against a massive ginkgo tree, I broke down sobbing.

My tears spilled like a breached flood, impossible to stop.

“Cry.”

Diana’s presence surfaced in my mind. She lazily licked her paw, though her gaze was unusually gentle. “That salty liquid is how humans purge poison. The concentration of sorrow in this place is too high. Even my nose stings. This is the pack’s empathy, Cindy. You share not only blood but pain as well.”