The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 582

He didn’t answer, obviously. But the warmth at the base of my skull pulsed once, and I chose to believe she had heard my prayer in that clearing. That she’d taken him the way I asked.

“Goodbye, Sebastian.”

I pulled the sheet back up, then stepped back.

Melissa was watching me from the tailgate, her bandaged foot stretched out along the truck bed, inches from the man she’d spent years trying to leave behind. Her eyes were red-rimmed but dry.

“Come here,” she said.

I climbed up and sat beside her. For a while, neither of us spoke. The pack moved around us in the torchlight, loading supplies, murmuring, sneaking glances at my hair, which was still silver.

“You pulled me out of a web,” Melissa finally said. “You burned down a witch’s house with me hanging off your shoulder, and you dragged me through half a forest on a foot that should have killed me. So, thank you. And I’m aware that doesn’t begin to cover it.”

“You found the vial,” I said with a shrug. “So we’re even.”

She huffed. “We’re not remotely even.” Her gaze slid to Sebastian, and the wry line of her mouth softened into something older and sadder. “You know the strangest part? I keep waiting for it to feel like he’s gone. It doesn’t.” She tilted her head, listening to something I couldn’t hear. “He’s still here. Somewhere close. Watching over us and hating that he can’t apologize for everything he did.”

I almost told her that grief did that to people. That it was normal to feel a presence in the first hours, and that it would fade.

But I felt it too.

The sensation sat just past the edge of the torchlight, like someone leaning in a doorway, sort of like how he used to stand. My skin prickled with it.

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