Lucy“Where is my daughter?” The question burst from my lips, raw and desperate.My hands trembled as I clutched Diana’s arm, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Do you perhaps know where she is?”Diana’s eyes softened with understanding. She nodded slowly, her expression gentle. “Yes. She is the Luna of the Crescent Pack,” she replied, watching me carefully for my reaction.I should have felt relief—my daughter alive, safe, respected, powerful even.But the ache in my chest only deepened, a cavernous emptiness that throbbed with each heartbeat.My beautiful baby. The memory of her infant face swam before my eyes—those wide, trusting eyes, the tiny fingers that had once curled around mine.I swallowed hard against the burning in my throat, my body physically aching with the need to hold her.“Let’s go there,” I pleaded, seizing Diana’s hand. My fingers interlaced with hers, squeezing so tightly I saw her wince. “Please.”Diana’s face creased with concern. “Okay. Okay. We will do that,
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