The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 435

**TITLE: The Perfect 435**
**Chapter 435**

**Ella’s POV**

Somehow, against all odds, we managed to navigate our way back down the treacherous mountain. The first rays of sunlight began to stretch across the horizon as we finally reached the car, each of us limping and utterly drained. An oppressive silence filled the air as we climbed into the vehicle, Liam settling into the driver’s seat with a look of grim determination. I curled up in the back, exhaustion washing over me like a heavy blanket, and before I knew it, I had succumbed to sleep. I was jolted awake by the unmistakable crunch of gravel beneath the tires, and my senses sharpened as I realized we were home.

I sat up, letting out a long yawn while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The crystal rested warmly in my lap, still pulsating with that strange, otherworldly energy that had accompanied us on our journey.

But as my vision cleared, a chill crept into my chest. The scene before me was one of utter chaos. The house was alive with activity, people darting around frantically, guards brandishing weapons, and unfamiliar cars parked haphazardly in front. Just as we pulled up, Hunter came barreling toward us, his eyes wide with alarm and his complexion as pale as a ghost.

“Alpha! You’re back!” he shouted, his voice laced with a mix of relief and urgency. As we stepped out of the car, I noticed two warriors rushing behind him, their spears raised threateningly at Alexander.

A gasp escaped my lips, and I instinctively stumbled backward, my heart racing. Alexander raised his hands, a look of confusion etched across his face. “What is going on here?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Hunter’s brow furrowed deeply. “You don’t remember…?”

Alexander locked eyes with his Beta, a moment of silence stretching between them. The warriors exchanged bewildered glances, slowly lowering their weapons as uncertainty filled the air.

Then, as if a dam had burst, a look of horror washed over Alexander’s face. Without a word, he took off in a sprint toward the house, shoving past the warriors with an urgency that sent my heart racing. I surged forward, still clutching the crystal tightly against my chest, desperate to understand what was happening.

“What happened?” I called out, my voice trembling with fear.

Hunter’s face was a mask of dread, his eyes wide and terrified. He opened his mouth multiple times as if trying to find the words, but nothing came out. Frustration bubbled within me, and I pushed past him, my instincts driving me to follow Alexander.

“Alexander?” I burst into the foyer, my heart pounding in my chest. There he stood, his back to me, engaged in a quiet conversation with a woman clad in a nurse’s uniform. “What’s going on? You need to talk to me!”

His complexion had turned ghostly white, and he whispered, “Lucien.” The name fell from his lips like a prayer. “And Lilith. Oh Goddess, I remember now. I went after them before I left. I attacked them.”

My blood ran cold, an icy grip of dread wrapping around my heart. “What?” I managed to choke out, disbelief flooding my voice.

Without waiting for further explanation, I dashed up the stairs two at a time, Alexander trailing closely behind me. My heart raced as I reached the nursery, where I found Dr. Evelyn leaning over Lucien’s crib.

“Lucien!” I rushed forward, and the sight that met my eyes nearly brought me to my knees.

My baby, my precious little boy.

He was swathed in bandages, long, angry red scratches marring his tiny arms and chest. His face was swollen, bruised, and he emitted weak, pitiful whimpers that tore at my heart, threatening to shatter it into a million pieces.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion as I reached for him. Dr. Evelyn stepped aside, allowing me to carefully scoop Lucien into my arms. He felt so small, so delicate against my chest. “Mama’s here. Mama’s here now.”

“The wounds are deep,” Dr. Evelyn said quietly, her tone serious. “Lilith protected him with her body when—” She glanced at Alexander, who stood frozen in the doorway, his expression a mixture of horror and guilt. “When the attack happened. Their bond as grandmother and grandson likely saved his life. But he’s just a baby. He has no wolf to help him heal yet.”

“How long?” I asked sharply, turning to the doctor, desperation clawing at my throat. “How long until he recovers?”