THE LUNA WHO CONQUERED DEATH novel Chapter 14

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“Family of David Reed?

Marcus shot to his feet. “I’m his brother.”

“The surgery went well. We’ve stabilized the internal bleeding and repaired the damage to his spine.” The doctor’s expression was cautiously optimistic. “He’s not out of danger yet, but his chances are good.”

The relief that flooded through Marcus was visible. His whole body sagged.

“Can I see him?*

“He’s in recovery. You can see him briefly, but he won’t be awake for several hours.”

Marcus looked at me. “Come with me?”

We followed the doctor to recovery, where David lay pale and still, hooked up to more machines than I could count. He looked so young. Just twenty–three, his whole life ahead of him.

A life he’d almost lost to a stupid, preventable mistake.

Marcus took his brother’s hand, and I saw his shoulders shake with silent sobs.

I stepped back, giving him privacy, and pulled out my phone.

Me: Katherine, I need to know something. Can powers manifest early if you try hard enough?

Her response came quickly.

Katherine: Trying to force manifestation is dangerous. Why?

Me: Someone I care about is hurt. I want to help him heal.

Katherine: Your healing abilities won’t fully manifest until your power peaks. But in moments of extreme emotion, small bursts are possible. Why do you want to risk it?

I looked at Marcus, at his grief, at David lying broken in that hospital bed.

Me: Because some things are worth the risk.

Katherine: Then focus. Clear your mind. Let the emotion fuel you, but don’t let it control you. And Sera? This

will hurt. Power always has a price.

I pocketed my phone and moved closer to David’s bedside. Marcus looked up.

“What are you doing?”

“Something stupid, possibly.” I placed my hand over David’s chest, above where the internal injuries were.

“Don’t freak out.”

“Sera-”

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Helosed my eyes and reached for that feeling I’d had during training. That moment when I was stronger, faster, more than I should be. I pulled on it, imagining it as a thread I could follow deeper into myself.

The power was there, coiled tight like a spring. Waiting. Building. Not ready to fully manifest but not entirely dormant either.

I touched it carefully.

It exploded through me like lightning.

Pain seared through my chest, my lungs, my spine, mirroring David’s injuries. I gasped but held on, pushing past the agony, imagining the power flowing from me into him. Healing. Mending. Knitting broken things back together.

Silver light flickered beneath my palm.

Marcus made a choked sound. “Sera, your eyes?”

The machines around David started beeping wildly. His vitals spiked, then stabilized at stronger levels than before.

I held on for another few seconds, until the pain became unbearable, and I felt something inside me give way. I pulled back, stumbling.

Marcus caught me. “What did you just do?”

“Helped,” I managed, breathing hard. “I think.”

David’s color was better. His breathing is easier. The machines had quieted to steady, healthy rhythms.

I’d done it. Not much, but enough. Enough to push him from “might survive” to “will survive.”

“How?” Marcus stared at me. “Sera, how is that possible?”

I met his eyes, seeing the questions there, the shock, the dawning realization that I was more than I appeared to be.

“I’ll explain,” I said quietly. “But not here. Not now.”

A nurse rushed in, alarmed by the machines‘ earlier alarm. She checked David’s vitals, her eyes widening.

“This is… his numbers are much better. Significantly better.” She looked between us. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” Marcus said smoothly. “We’ve just been praying.”

The nurse looked skeptical but didn’t push. After checking David’s monitors again, she left

Marcus turned to me. “We need to talk”

“I know”

“But first, thank you” His voice was thick with emotion. “Whatever you just did, however you did it you saved my brother’s life”

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“He’s not out of danger yet.”

“But he will be. Because of you.” Marcus looked at me with something new in his eyes. Not just respect or loyalty or even the feelings he’d been trying to hide.

Awe. Maybe even fear.

“I’m still me,” I said softly. “Still Sera. I’m just… more than I was.”

“I’m beginning to understand that.”

We stayed at the hospital until David woke up that afternoon, groggy but alive, already healing faster than the doctors could explain. Marcus cried again, this time from relief, and I stepped out to give them privacy.

In the hallway, I leaned against the wall, exhaustion crashing over me. Using that power had drained me more than any physical training ever had. Every muscle ached, my head pounded, and I could taste copper in my mouth.

But it was worth it.

2

My phone buzzed. Damien, again.

Damien: Where are you? You left a note about an emergency but haven’t answered your phone. I’m worried

I stared at the message. He was worried. How touching. He cared enough to send a text but not enough to actually check with pack members to find out what the emergency was.

Me: Marcus’s brother was in an accident. I’m at Mercy General. I’ll be home tonight.

Damien: You’ve been there all day?

Me: He needed support.

Damien: Marcus has plenty of pack members for support. You’re the Luna. You have responsibilities here

I almost threw my phone.

Me: Being Luna means being there for pack members when they need me. I’m exactly where I should be

He didn’t respond after that

Marcus emerged from David’s room an hour later, looking exhausted but lighter.

“He’s asking for food, so the doctors say that’s a good sign‘ He managed a real smile. “Thank you. For everything”

“You’d do the same for me.”

“I would But He looked around, making sure we were alone “We really do need to talk about what you did there About what you are”

“I know.” 1 checked my watch. Nearly 6.00 PM. Tomorrow? After my training session

He nodded. “I’ll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours.

“Deal.”

We drove back to pack territory in comfortable silence. The sky was dark when we arrived, the Pack House lit up like a beacon.

Marcus walked me to the door. “Sera? Whatever else is happening, whatever you’re hiding, I want you to know I’m on your side.”

“Even if what I’m hiding is dangerous? Even if it puts you at risk?”

“Especially then.” His gray eyes were steady. “I meant what I said. You’re not alone in this.”

I watched him walk away, then headed inside, my body screaming for rest.

Tomorrow, I’d tell Marcus the truth. Or at least, part of it.

Tomorrow, I’ll face whatever consequences come from using the power I wasn’t supposed to have yet.

Tomorrow, I’d continue playing the game with Damien while preparing for war with the Council.

But tonight, I’d saved a life.

And that felt like winning.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Dewumi Ezekiel

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