All Chapters of The Miracle Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

PRISCILLA The house was still.Somewhere behind the hallway, I could hear soft murmurs—Lyra giving instructions, doors creaking open, the rustle of sheets as they tended to Gabriel. Davina had drifted off, curled under a throw blanket, her soft snores barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat.But I couldn’t sleep.Not after what just happened.I looked down again at my leg—flawless now. No bruise, no swelling. Like it had never been broken. Not even sore.No magic I’d ever felt had worked like that.Not witchcraft.Not healing spells.Not potions.This was... different. It came from inside.I rose slowly from the couch, careful not to wake Davina. My foot hit the ground and—nothing. No pain. Not even a twinge. I stood, barefoot, testing the weight.Still nothing.The ache was gone.As if I’d never been touched..I moved quietly through the entryway, the front door creaking softly as I pushed it open.Cool air wrapped around me the moment I stepped outside, carrying the scent

PRISCILLA I pressed a kiss to his lips—gentle but sure, a promise I wasn’t ready to say aloud just yet—and then turned to the door. I could already hear Davina pacing outside like a sarcastic storm cloud. I braced myself, tugged my shirt down like that would somehow erase the memory of what just happened, and opened the door. I expected to see only her. I did not expect the full wrath of Lyra, standing there like a goddess of judgment, arms crossed, mouth tight, and eyes that could incinerate mountains. I stumbled back instinctively. “Oh.” Davina stood beside her, chewing her lip like she was physically restraining herself from laughing. “Good morning?” I tried. Lyra’s eyes narrowed to slits. “What the hell is wrong with you two?” I blinked, speechless. Beside me, Gabriel straightened like a soldier about to take a bullet. “You made out in my Hollow Room?” Lyra snapped, her tone rising like boiling water. “My room? Do you even know what that room is for?” I opene

PRISCILLA For a second, I didn’t feel anything.Not rage. Not fear.Just… stillness.Like something inside me had gone quiet to brace for impact.Lyra’s words echoed in my head like a bell that wouldn’t stop ringing.“You need to get this girl out of your life. She's dangerous. ”The girl.Not me. Not Priscilla.The girl.My throat clenched.I felt everyone looking at Gabriel, waiting. Like he was the one who would decide if I stayed or if I was just another storm to be weathered and sent on my way.But I didn’t look at him.I looked at her.Lyra. The woman who’d healed him. Who had opened her home to us. Who had scolded me like a furious aunt an hour ago and still made sure we didn’t die.And now she wanted me gone.“Why?” I asked, quietly. “What am I to you that makes you want me out of his life?”She looked at me then. Not unkindly.But not gently either.“You’re not bad, child,” she said. “You’re… dangerous. And I don’t mean you’ll hurt him on purpose. I mean you’ll do it without

GABRIEL By the time I pulled into the lot of the ELS grounds, the sun had already dipped behind the trees, casting the entire place in that eerie purple twilight that made everything feel ten degrees colder. The air smelled like old iron and gunpowder, tinged with that distinct scent of dominance and blood.This wasn’t like any pack gathering.Magnus Creed wasn’t a pack.It was a network—off-grid, off-book, and off-limits to anyone who didn’t know how to keep their hands dirty.I killed the engine and stepped out, boots crunching gravel. A cluster of men stood by the gate—silent, imposing. The kind of wolves who didn’t ask questions unless they planned on ripping out your throat if they didn’t like the answer.“Not like you to miss the agreed date,” one of them said. Caster. Tall, broad, and built like a damn wrecking ball. He crossed his arms, a glint of warning in his gold-ringed eyes.I gave him a look. “Had personal matters to finish.”Caster’s brow twitched. “Must’ve been seriou

PRISCILLA Davina didn’t move.She lay there, limp and unblinking, like something inside her had been ripped loose. My knees hit the ground beside her body, the cold stone biting through my skin like punishment.“No—no, no, no.” My hands trembled as I hovered them over her chest. “Davina… please.”My voice cracked. Her name sounded foreign through the panic surging in my throat. I couldn’t feel her warmth. I couldn’t feel anything. Just a terrible, aching silence.Mikah crouched beside me, gaze sharp, assessing. “You didn’t kill her.”I whipped around. “She’s not breathing!”“She’s not dead,” he said firmly. “You shocked her system, Priscilla. The energy—your power—hit her raw. It’ll keep her locked like this unless you pull her back.”“How?” My voice splintered. “Tell me how.”“You brought the energy out of you instinctively. Now you need to learn how to direct it. But it’s not like healing Gabriel. This won’t be about emotion. This is about will. Intent. You have to want her back. C