The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528

I felt his hand on my shoulder and turned. He was looking down at me with that expression he got sometimes. The one that made me feel like I was the only person in the world.

“Come with me,” he said quietly.

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

He took my hand and led me away from the party. We walked through the yard, past the kids and the adults and the food, until we reached the edge of the property. There was a path there, one I hadn’t walked in a long time.

I knew where we were going.

The cemetery was quiet. Peaceful. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees overhead, casting dappled shadows across the ground. We walked in silence until we reached the two graves at the far end.

The first one was mine. Or rather, it was the grave for my first body. The one that had died in childbirth. The headstone was simple, with my name and dates carved into the stone.

The second grave was slightly newer, but not by much. My mother’s.

I knelt down in front of them, brushing away a few stray leaves. Alexander stood behind me, leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree to give me some space.

“Hey, Mom,” I said quietly. My voice cracked a little, but I went on, “Lucien’s six now. Can you believe it? He’s getting so big. And the twins… They’re wild. You’d love them. They remind me of you sometimes. Too often, actually.”

I paused, swallowing down the lump in my throat.

“Stormhollow is stable. The pack trusts me. Alexander and I are happy. The kids are healthy.” I pressed my hand to the cool stone. “I wish you could see all of it. I wish you could be here.”

Alexander slowly moved closer.

“I miss you,” I whispered. “Every day. But I’m okay. We’re all okay.”

I stood up, dusting off my knees. Alexander wrapped his arms around me from behind, and I leaned back against him. We stood there for a while, just breathing in the cool air. Just.., being.

The cherry tree beside the graves was in full bloom. I’d planted it shortly after my mother’s death on a whim Ordered a sapling one day without warning and Alexander came home to find me standing near the cemetery, barking orders at two very disgruntled workers who didn’t seem to understand why it needed to be perfectly centered.

It had grown nicely over the years. It was still a lot smaller than the one in the garden, but it was getting bigger each year. Right now, the pink petals were drifting down around us, landing in my hair and on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, resting it against Alexander’s chest.

“You know,” I said after a moment, “I never thought I’d get here.”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify