Semua Bab The Luna Lives Again: Bab 41 - Bab 50

I watched Lina writhe on the bed, her fingers clawing at her cheeks like she could rip the pain off her skin. "It hurts," she cried. "It hurts so much!" Shit, again? It'd been a month. A full month of nonstop whining, sobbing, and groaning from Lina. Her face was still stuck in that weird half-rotted state, patches of gray and green discoloration creeping across her jawline and neck like bruises that never faded. Nothing healed it. Not ointments, not magic, not healers, not even the dumb prayers from those elders. Bonnie never cried like this. She took pain like a soldier. And now she was—no. I'm not thinking about her again. She's dead. But this? This constant mess on my bed, sobbing and wailing? It was driving me insane. "I'll find help for you somewhere," I told Lina, though my voice came out more irritated than comforting. And even as I said it, I had no damn clue where that help was supposed to come from. We'd already thrown everything at her. Just like we did with Elliot.

I walked along the shimmering line of the barrier, its energy faintly tingling against my skin as we passed it. Robbie Jr. nestled against my chest in his sling, dressed in a baby tracksuit that made him look like the tiniest, angriest little bouncer in town. Tanya walked beside me, arms crossed, occasionally tapping the hilt of her dagger like she was itching for a fight. The sun filtered softly through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the forest floor and the wide, thriving camp that had formed near the edge of our protected territory. The barrier's edge was more than just a feeling—it was like stepping from humid summer air into a cool breeze, that distinct moment where magic met nature. Beyond the barrier, birds still chirped, the forest still whispered, but everything seemed... quieter. More cautious. Inside, though, the mood was far from grim. Soldiers bustled around doing drills, sparring, sharpening blades, laughing between patrols. It wasn't the kind of camp prepar

Thankfully, we made it down the cliff in one piece. I held on tight to Tanya's fur as she carried all three of us—me, the mother, and her son—through the dense forest. Her powerful muscles surged beneath me as I pumped what was left of my magic into her with every breath, keeping her speed steady and her steps strong. Trees blurred past, wind whipped at my face, and my fingers trembled from the effort it took to maintain our hold. I was basically running on fumes now. "I can see the camp!" the kid's mother cried out, her voice trembling with relief. I lifted my head and spotted the familiar outline of the Summerton perimeter through the thinning trees... but something was off. The camp didn't look safe anymore. At the edge of the barrier stood a tall, statuesque woman with platinum blonde hair and evacuated, sunken features—like she'd risen from the ashes of some long-dead civilization. She stood calmly just outside the magical perimeter, arms relaxed but her posture screaming

The gifts just wouldn't stop coming now. It had been a full month since the rogue attack, and ever since then, I'd somehow become known as the healer of Summerton. Not just a healer. The healer. Word of what happened at the forest camp spread like wildfire. Apparently, I'd single-handedly fought off the rogue horde, shattered their leader with a single burst of magic, rescued hundreds of lost hostages, and resurrected the entire east quadrant with nothing but the power of magic and sheer willpower. Of course, none of that was entirely true. Every time I tried to correct someone, they'd wave it off like I was just being modest. "Oh, how humble!" they'd coo. "So noble of you to share the credit!" No matter what I said, people just heard what they wanted. Robbie's parents hadn't helped the matter. With pride pouring out of every word, they told every elder and neighboring pack Luna that their soon-to-be daughter-in-law could heal anything, seal anything, and make a grown man cry with

The air on the balcony turned colder. Not from any wind, but from Tanya's sharp voice making the tension in the air rise. "What? You want to save BlueMont?" she asked in complete shock. "Have you finally lost your fucking mind? Did Junior suck it out through the nipple? Or have you just forgotten all about what happened there?" I sighed. I knew she'd be the hardest one to convince. "Just calm down and hear me out." "Fine. Explain." She crossed her arms as her whole body was radiating judgment. "I'm well aware that saving BlueMont after everything that happened is foolish, and I'll never forget what happened in that house," I began. "I remember everyone but you being critical of me. And I don't particularly want to see Jason or Elliot again. But we left to get away from those problems and now they've followed us here." Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't interrupt. "I know it's probably a bad move to want to go and help out just a little bit, but it's the only way we can actually h