Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 757

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Chapter 757: Chapter 757 - Taming the Fifth Year - Until I Found You - 5

Inside Luna was just like her mother...

Dramatic in her internal reactions to everything. Intense in ways that would terrify people if they knew how much she felt. Thinking in declarations and exaggerations that would have made Lykea proud if she’d been alive to see them.

Only nobody knew because Luna had learned to hide it all too well.

Nobody except her shadow wolf who’d seen her cry in the darkness more times than could be counted, who’d witnessed breakdowns she’d never allow another living being to see.

But the wolf didn’t count because it was part of her, an extension of her shadow rather than a separate witness to her weakness.

And it hadn’t been there for her earliest years when the intensity had been the purest and most uncontrolled.

At seven, all the passion had been concentrated into a grief so pure it felt like drowning.

’Mom is gone... Mom isn’t coming back. The world is horrible and dark and will never be good again.’

The thoughts had circled constantly waiting to consume her if she stopped moving.

The letters had helped a little, just enough to keep her functional. Reading them over and over until she’d memorized every word, hearing her mother’s voice in her head saying each exaggerated compliment with her characteristic enthusiasm.

"My perfect little star, my invaluable treasure, my reason for existing..."

But letters didn’t hug back no matter how tightly you held them. They didn’t kiss your forehead or stroke your hair.

At eight, the grief had mixed with confusion that made everything worse because she couldn’t understand or process it properly.

’Why did they take her from me? Did I do something wrong? Could I have saved her if I’d been stronger?’

Questions without answers that haunted her anyway. Guilt that had no logical foundation but existed with crushing weight regardless of rationality. Wondering if seven-year-old could have prevented tragedy if she’d only been better somehow.

And everyone kept telling her how well she was handling it, how reserved and mature she was being. Compliments that felt like accusations because they were so fundamentally wrong about what was happening inside her.

’I’M NOT HANDLING IT! I’M DYING INSIDE! I WANT TO SCREAM!

But nobody saw through the mask she’d already learned to wear with disturbing proficiency.

Because Luna was very good at pretending, had learned from nobles who pretended everything all the time and made it look effortless.

At nine years old, something had changed that would define who she became.

Sirius had told her they needed to recover the faction on their side, he had said: "for your mother".

Luna had woken the next morning feeling... different, in a way she couldn’t quite articulate.

’If I’m the most unlucky girl in the entire world. If I lost my mother. If I lost my faction. If I lost the life I was supposed to have. IF EVERYTHING IS UNFAIR AND HORRIBLE AND I HATE EVERY PART OF THIS!’

’Being angry without doing anything is STUPID. If I hate this so much... if it hurts this badly... Then I have to CHANGE SOMETHING!’