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CHAPTER 130: ACCEPTANCE

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Nina

I woke at six and reached for my mate before I fully opened my eyes.

The bed was empty, Enzo was probably downstairs, he couldn't sleep or he had pack duties so early, I figured he must have been awake for a while and Whatever he was doing it was not urgent.

I lay in the morning light for a moment and listened to the early morning sound of birds chirping around the pack and thought about my father in the room down the corridor and felt the special warmth, a lot has been going on that had
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  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 130: ACCEPTANCE

    NinaI woke at six and reached for my mate before I fully opened my eyes.The bed was empty, Enzo was probably downstairs, he couldn't sleep or he had pack duties so early, I figured he must have been awake for a while and Whatever he was doing it was not urgent.I lay in the morning light for a moment and listened to the early morning sound of birds chirping around the pack and thought about my father in the room down the corridor and felt the special warmth, a lot has been going on that had been wrong, putting a huge gap between us but knowing he was fine and here brought the peace to my heart.Then I got up from the bed pulling my robe on and stepping out of the room to head to the kitchen, The aroma of coffee from the kitchen pulled me in. I stopped by the doorway, Enzo and my father were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table with documents between them and two coffee mugs, and the pose of people who had become comfortable with each other. I'm glad that Dad didn't

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 129: THE MORNING AFTER

    ThomasThe pack house was at its most beautiful and quiet when I woke up.Everyone was moving freely. There was no routine or fear performance, no careful management trying to impress the Alpha or to step on his toes. Just the building breathing quietly around you, the particular creak of old wood settling in the cold, the distant sound of a single patrol wolf moving through the outer boundary, the smell of whatever had been cooked the evening before still faintly present in the corridors.I had always been an early riser.Elena used to say it was because I didn’t trust the world enough to sleep through it, which was both unfair and entirely accurate. Thirty years of being a warrior in a pack that required vigilance had wired something into my body clock that no amount of subsequent illness or captivity had managed to rewire. Dawn found me awake regardless of what the previous day had contained.Waking up at dawn in Silverfang was more different than waking up in Crestmoon, the sheet

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 128: HEALING

    ThomasI couldn't sleep immediately, I lay in the clean bed in the warm room and listened to the sounds of the pack house settling around me, and let my mind move through everything at whatever pace it wanted.I missed being free, Dexter took that away from me, nobody has said anything about him if he was dead or alive,Deep down, I wished he was.The pack house was clearing and I could feel it, the particular lifting quality of something that had been pressing on my thoughts for months gradually releasing its grip. Not all at once. But incrementally, the way fog lifts in the morning, patch by patch, revealing more of the landscape underneath.I remembered more than I had shown Dexter’s people.That had been a deliberate choice made early in the captivity, when I had understood the nature of what was happening and calculated that appearing less functional than I was gave me more freedom than appearing fully present would. A warrior’s instinct. Assess the situation and choose your postu

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 127: FIRST NIGHT HOME

    Chapter 127: First Night HomeNinaThe silver fang pack received my father the way it received me and everyone, without fake smiles and with complete sincerity.Chloe had prepared the room at the end of the south corridor, the one with the wide window overlooking the garden and the old oak that caught the afternoon light in a way that turned everything golden. It was not the largest room or the most impressive but it was warm and quiet and had the particular quality of a space that had been prepared with genuine care rather than obligation.Fresh sheets. A pitcher of water on the nightstand. A small vase of late season flowers from the garden that I recognized as Chloe’s particular brand of thoughtfulness, the kind that didn’t announce itself but was simply there when you needed it.My father stood in the doorway and looked at the room for a moment.Then he looked at me.“You told them about the flowers,” he said.I hadn’t. Chloe had simply known, the way Chloe knew most things, throu

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 126: WELCOME HOME

    EnzoThe tunnel was narrower with Thomas than it had been without him.Not physically we could all manage the space, He was slight enough that the width wasn’t a problem. But the aura of moving a man who had been through what he had gone through underground passage required a different kind of attention we were careful so he doesn't fall of slip everyone watching him withcarefuleyes, the practical care of people moving someone who was not at full strength through difficult terrain, and I found myself on one side of him with Nina on the other and the warriors arranged around us to catch anything the terrain might throw.He moved steadily trying to act and seemed strong so we wouldn't worry. That made me respect him more.He was stronger and Better than I expected, honestly. Nina had described her father as weakened and failing and the dementia was so bad and while all of those things were true in their way, what I saw in the tunnel was someone who had spent months being deliberately m

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 125: RESCUE MISSION

    NinaDad was smaller than I remembered.Not physically, he was the same height, the same broad shoulders that had carried me on them when I was small enough to fit. But he had the particular look of someone who had been compressed by months of difficult circumstances, worn thinner, worn quieter.His eyes though.His eyes were clearer than they had been the last time I had seen him in this building, that desperate five minute visit with alarms beginning to sound. The particular cloudiness that had lived in them for years, the fog of the dementia that had been stealing him piece by piece, was less dense this morning.Then he said “My little girl.”My father’s name for me. The one he had used since I was small enough to curl in his lap while he read, the one that had faded in and out over the years of his illness, present when he was clearer and absent when he wasn’t.I crossed the room and put my arms around him and he put his arms around me and the woman standing next to him, we stood

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