THE LUNA WHO CONQUERED DEATH novel Chapter 73

Episode 39-2

“Partially. The sedation keeps him calm but aware.” Katherine adjusted the IV. “What do you want to ask him?”

“Why. Why did you volunteer for this?”

She reduced the sedation slightly. The soldier’s eyes flickered open, confusion and pain clear in them.

“You’re the Alpha,” he said, voice rough. “The one who destroyed Apex.”

“I am. I need to understand why you did this. Why did you volunteer to be transformed?”

“Because I was dying.” He laughed bitterly. “Cancer. Stage four. Six months to live. Pierce offered me a cure, enhanced abilities, and a chance to serve a greater cause. Seemed like a good deal.”

“Serve by hunting supernatural beings?”

“Serve by helping humanity That’s what he told us.” His

daughter? The one who healed everyone after the battle?” eyes focused on Luna. “Is that your

I instinctively held Luna closer. “Yes.”

“She’s extraordinar

I can feel her power from here.” He closed his eyes. “Pierce said supernatural beings

were evolutionary dead ends. But your daughter… she’s proof he was wrong, isn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“I made a mistake. We all did.” He convulsed suddenly, bones shifting under his skin. “Please. Either cure

me or kill me. This existence is agony.”

Katherine increased sedation, putting him back under. “That’s all we’ll get from him today.”

I looked at the other sixteen cells, each containing an enhanced soldier suffering through a failed

transformation.

“Can you cure them without Luna’s help?”

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“It’ll take time. Months, maybe years. And I’m not guaranteed to succeed.” Katherine’s voice was heavy. “But I’ll try. Because you’re right. We shouldn’t use Luna as a cure–all. She’s a child, not a weapon.”

“Thank you.” I headed for the door. “Keep me updated on any changes.”

The rest of the week passed in controlled chaos.

Adrian released the names of active Covenant operatives. Human authorities began making arrests. The sympathizer list went out privately with our warning attached.

Three people ignored the warning within forty–eight hours, continuing to fund anti–supernatural activities.

Their names hit every news outlet immediately.

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The message was clear: We’re watching. Step out of line and the world learns who you really are.

European students began having supervised visits with their families. Some reunions were tearful and happy. Others were tense, with families demanding returns that students refused.

Marie’s parents showed up and, after talking with her, actually apologized.

“We were afraid,” her mother said in tears, “Afraid of your power, afraid of the Council, afraid of everything. We thought locking you away was protection”

“It was a prison,” Marie said, but not unkindly. “But I forgive you. And maybe, someday, I’ll come home to visit. When I’m ready.”

Not all visits went that well. Brigitte’s Alpha tried to command her to return, using Alpha authority that no longer worked on her.

“I’m not your pack member anymore,” she told him calmly. “I’m Crescent Moon now. Your power doesn’t

work on me.”

He left furious, threatening Council action that never materialized.

Meanwhile, Luna continued to grow at an accelerated rate. At two weeks old, she had the development of

a two–month–old. Her eyes tracked everything with eerie intelligence. She responded with her name. She

smiled deliberately.

And occasionally, when upset, she glowed.

“This isn’t normal supernatural development,” Dr. Moira said during a checkup. “Even for seventh generation daughters or hybrid children. She’s developing at roughly four times normal speed.”

“Will it slow down?” I asked, watching Luna grip my finger with surprising strength.

“I don’t know. I’ve never encountered anything like this.” She ran more tests. “Physically, she’s healthy. Thriving, even. But mentally, emotionally… Sera, if her mind is developing as fast as her body, she’s going to be far more aware than infants should be.”

“Is that dangerous?”

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“I don’t know. For her or for others.” Dr. Moira’s expression was troubled. “Alpha, your daughter has more power than most adult daughters. If she has a tantrum…”

“We’ll handle it.” But privately, I was terrified. What if I couldn’t control my own child? What if her power overwhelmed her developing mind?

That night, Luna woke up crying. Not hungry, not wet, just upset.

I picked her up, rocking her gently. “Shh, little one. It’s okay.”

The crying intensified. Silver light began flickering around her.

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