The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Trista’s POV 

This was Los Angeles. 

This was Ironthorn territory. 

This was the playground of Cassian and Howard, and everyone who shared their blood. 

I should have seen this coming a mile away. 

Night fell fast, and the LA temperature plummeted with it. . 

I stood on the curb, pulling my coat tighter. The white mist of my breath vanished into the air–looking like a wish torn to shreds before it could even hit the ground. 

“Luna Trista-” 

A car window slid down a short distance away. It was Wynn. 

I stopped and watched as the car pulled up beside me. 

After I got in, as we talked, I started piecing together exactly what had gone down inside Ironthorn over the last few days. 

Alaina had been so blindsided by my arrest that she’d lost control and had to be rushed to the healing center. 

Fred had gotten into a screaming match with Cassian and they were still in a cold war. 

Even Wynn had nearly been shipped abroad to “learn some manners 

That was how that Alpha wolf operated. 

On the surface, he preached “staying calm” and “following procedure,” but behind the scenes, he used pack law and power to bulldoze everyone into his lane. 

Anyone who tried to reach out and pull me back from the edge was systematically crushed by Cassian’s aura. 

While I was talking to Wynn, my phone buzzed. 

The second I answered, my father’s voice hit me–hoarse and frantic. “Trista, get here now. Your mother is in the ER.” 

My heart bottomed out. 

Wynn drove like a maniac to the healing center. 

The ER doors were sealed shut; no one was getting in. 

The healers wouldn’t let family linger in the hallway, so they herded us into a ward to wait. 

The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and the sour pheromones of anxiety. My wolf was pacing in my chest, scratching at the walls, desperate to do something, yet utterly helpless. 

That’s when a knock came at the door. 

A middle–aged woman walked in leading a little girl in a beanie. Before she even cleared the threshold, she dropped to her knees. The three of us jumped. 

“Shannon, what are you doing? Get up-” 

My father rushed over to help her, his voice shaking with panic. 

I recognized her. It was Emlen’s mate, Shannon Stephens. 

Shannon clung to my father’s sleeve, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. “Please, help us. You have to get Emlen out of there…” 

My temples started throbbing. 

“Shannon,” I said, my throat tight. “Emlen and I have no bad blood. Why the hell did he frame me?” 

They were mates. He wouldn’t have kept her in the dark. 

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