Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 755

Chapter 755: Chapter 755 - Taming the Fifth Year - Until I Found You - 3

The letter that Sirius had given her again and again over the years, each time Luna had worn out the previous copy through painful reading...

A tradition of two desperate father and daughter trying to capture a love that had been stolen before they could properly appreciate what they’d had.

Luna did overcome that...

She had already not taken the last letter from Sirius, trying to prove the seriousness of her decision, but... 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

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PRESENT

Ren’s anxious mana had brought her memories back, those that were always too close to the surface, from the past that never really became past because it still hurt in the present with fresh intensity.

Luna was dancing mechanically, her body moving through the correct steps while her mind was trapped in that terrible day. Some kind of autopilot carrying her through the motions while her consciousness remained elsewhere.

The day that changed everything.

The day her mother didn’t come back.

The day she and her father had written desperate letters trying to hold smoke in their hands.

And suddenly it was too much all at once.

Too much weight pressing down until she couldn’t breathe properly. Too much pain that years hadn’t diminished despite everyone saying time healed wounds. Too many memories that hurt like fresh injuries despite time that should have created scar tissue but somehow never did.

Without thinking, without planning, without being able to stop herself even if she’d wanted to...

Luna stopped dancing mid-step and embraced Ren with what seemed like a desperate need.

She held him tight with everything she had. With all her strength that was considerable as a Gold-rank tamer but felt insufficient for what she needed. Like he was the only thing keeping her from falling into an abyss that had been waiting patiently for her composure to crack.

And she began to cry with a grief that had been building for days, for weeks, for years of carrying that sad burden.

Silently because even now, even breaking apart, Luna Starweaver couldn’t allow herself the luxury of audible sobs in this room. The last straw of control was maintained through sheer force of habit even when everything else was failing.

But the tears came anyway despite attempts to stop them.

Lots...

Hot against her face. Constant like they’d been stored up and not waiting any more for permission to fall. Years of pain contained behind a dam that had finally developed holes and cracks too large to patch.

Ren froze for a second as his mind caught up with what was happening, as the ’training’ that said to maintain distance collided with instinct that said to provide comfort.

Then slowly, deliberately, his arms came up and surrounded her with careful gentleness that, despite her huge strength... suggested he was afraid she might break if he held too tight.

He didn’t say anything because words would have been inadequate for a moment like this.

Didn’t ask what was wrong because he already knew from everything she’d told him and everything Selphira had revealed.

Didn’t try to fix her or console her with empty platitudes.

He just held her like she’d asked him to without words.

And Luna cried silently against his chest, allowing herself to be weak with someone who wasn’t her shadow wolf.

Allowing herself to feel all the pain she’d been repressing through discipline and pride that demanded strength even when breaking.

Allowing herself to miss her mother with an intensity that would otherwise destroy her from the inside.

Allowing herself the permission to properly grieve because the world had demanded she be strong immediately after the loss.

Because her father was broken and to be able to work she had realised he couldn’t handle her breaking too.

Because her uncles were waiting for any sign of weakness to exploit.

Because the world didn’t forgive nobles who cried in public, who showed vulnerability that could be used against them.

But here in this nearly empty ballroom, in the arms of someone who wouldn’t judge her for being human beneath the noble mask...

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