The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 47

**Where Soft Light Shines Darkness Fades From Tired Hearts by Evan Holt Crane**
**Chapter 47**

**Cassian’s POV**

“Trista fell down the escalator. Fortunately, the Moon Goddess was still on her side—” My voice came out raspy, laced with an urgency that I couldn’t quite shake off.

I glanced at the screen, the numbers flickering back at me like a heartbeat of their own.

69%

Finished

“The two men on the escalator reacted swiftly, their instincts kicking in as they stabilized her, adjusting her landing angle just in time. Thankfully, she only suffered multiple bruises on her elbows and knees. The healer had wrapped the scrapes in linen sigil bandages and placed a cold compress over them. According to the werewolf healer, her injuries weren’t serious.”

I inhaled deeply, steeling myself to continue explaining the situation. “Alpha’s self-healing capabilities will ensure a quick recovery.”

Yet, beneath my calm exterior, a storm brewed. I didn’t voice my concern about her mental state, which was teetering on the brink of collapse from relentless stress.

The healer had insisted on a twelve-hour observation period, a precaution to prevent any pheromone imbalance that could trigger unpredictable reactions.

I had already signed the consent form, my heart racing at the thought that any misstep on my part could be the final straw that sent her spiraling.

The observation room was eerily silent, the only sounds being the rhythmic beeping of the monitor and the soft, steady thump of heartbeats.

I stood vigil by the bed, my gaze averted, unable to bear the sight of her nestled in Ulva’s arms, crying softly. It wasn’t just crying; it was the sound of a heart cracking under pressure, a deep, internal shattering that echoed in the quiet room.

That sound was enough to corner an Alpha’s wolf, forcing it to suppress its aura, to hide away in the shadows of despair.

Alaina burst into the room, her presence a welcome distraction. She quickly assessed the situation, her eyes narrowing with concern.

She nodded at Randolph, then gently guided me aside, stepping closer to Trista’s bedside. “Trista, tell me, how did you get hurt?”

Trista struggled to catch her breath, her voice trembling as she fought to hold back her sobs. “I’m fine. I just fell accidentally at the mall and scraped myself.”

Alaina visibly relaxed, her shoulders dropping slightly as relief washed over her. Ulva continued to cradle Trista, whispering soothing words, her presence a balm against the turmoil.

Trista sat up on the couch, her fingers still trembling, yet she gripped Ulva’s hand tightly. She looked up at her parents, her eyes wide with a mix of vulnerability and determination. “Dad, Mom, I want to go home.”

In that moment, I understood her unspoken calculations. Even if she sold every possession she owned, there was no way she could raise the one million required to bypass pack law and the debt looming over her. But the truth was, she was done with Ironthorn.

It was clear to everyone in the room—this wasn’t just a fleeting desire to return home for a few days. This was a declaration of separation, a prelude to the preparations needed to stand before the Stone Circle and file for termination.

Alaina, sensing the weight of the moment, attempted to offer a compromise. “If you don’t want to stay in the Ironthorn house right now, you can move to Blue Bay first. It’s closer to the Royal Healing Institute where you work.”

Trista shook her head, her resolve unwavering. “Thank you, but I want to live with my parents.”

Time seemed to freeze as I processed her words. I fought to keep my voice steady, striving to sound like an amicable mate, suppressing any sharpness that threatened to creep in. “That’s fine. I’ll come pick you up later.”

12-21 Wed, Dec TU

**Chapter 47**

She didn’t argue, her decision made clear.

Ulva supported her gently, guiding her toward the exit, and I instinctively followed, my heart pounding.

Randolph raised his arm, blocking my path at the door, his expression unreadable.

He nodded toward Alaina, his voice firm yet controlled. “We’ll take our daughter home now.”

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