Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Need You, My Luna: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

MEGAN'S POVThe hospital room is too quiet.I lie here staring at the ceiling tiles, counting the tiny imperfections in the white panels above me as if they hold the answers to questions I can't stop asking myself.Who sent those rogues?The question circles my mind like a vulture, relentless and suffocating.I adjust myself slightly on the bed, wincing as the movement strains the bandages wrapped around my leg. The little bruises covering my body throb dully, but doctors say I'm healing well, that I'm lucky it wasn't worse.Lucky.Right.Because having my home burned to the ground and my children traumatized is the definition of lucky.I close my eyes, trying to calm the chaos churning inside me, but it's impossible.Someone tried to kill us.Not just me.My children.Maverick and Makayla.The thought alone makes my blood boil, and my hands clench into fists in the blanket.Whoever did this is going to pay.I don't care who they are or how powerful they think they are.They're going

XARION'S POVI've been on the phone for the past two hours.Two. Damn. Hours.Call after call after call, each one more frustrating than the last, and I still don't have the answers I need.I'm sitting at my desk in my pack office, one hand gripping my phone, the other rubbing my temple as I listen to yet another one of my gammas report that they've found nothing.No trace of the rogues. No leads. No witnesses.Nothing."Keep searching," I bite out, my patience wearing thin. "I don't care if you have to turn the entire city upside down. Those rogues didn't just appear out of thin air. Find something.""Yes, Alpha," the voice on the other end replies quickly before I hang up.I toss my phone on the desk with more force than necessary, and it skids across the smooth wood and stops just before it falls off the edge.I lean back in my chair, exhaling sharply, my hands balled into fists on the armrests of my chair.This is getting me nowhere.Every pack contact I've reached out to, every i

MEGAN'S POVThe hotel room is nice enough.It's spacious and clean, one of those upscale suites with a separate bedroom for the twins, a kitchenette I haven't touched, and massive windows showing off the city skyline.But after three days of being cooped up here, the walls feel like they're closing in.I'm sitting on the edge of the couch, my leg still wrapped in bandages but healing faster than the doctors expected, watching Maverick and Makayla play with the new toys I bought them yesterday.They're calmer than usual.Subdued.And it makes my heart clench.Makayla's building a tower with colorful blocks, her little face scrunched in concentration, while Maverick arranges toy cars in a neat line on the carpet.But there's no laughter. No bickering. No wild energy like there usually is.They're scared.And I hate that I can't fix it. I don't know how to make it better."Mommy?" Makayla's soft voice breaks the silence, and I look up to see her watching me with those big, questioning ey

XARION'S POVThe conference room door closes behind me with a soft thud, and I resist the urge to punch the nearest wall.That meeting was a disaster.Not because of bad business. The numbers are solid, the quarterly projections are excellent, and the investors are happy.But none of that matters when my mind's somewhere else entirely.I couldn't focus or think straight. Every time someone presented a slide or made a point, all I could see was Megan's face at the hospital, the twins huddled against her, and the fear in their eyes.And the worst part? I still have nothing.No leads. No answers. No damn clue who sent those rogues.Despite everything I've done, despite Andrew working around the clock, despite every contact I've squeezed for information, we're no closer to finding out who tried to kill my family than we were three days ago.Three days.It's been three days since Megan was discharged, and I haven't seen her or the twins since.I wanted to. Goddess knows I wanted to.But ev

XARION'S POVMegan's voice sends a jolt through me, and I can practically feel the ice radiating through the phone.But I force myself to stay calm, taking a slow breath before responding."Hey, Megan," I greet as evenly as I can manage. "Thanks for picking up.""What do you want?" she counters, her tone stiff and impatient. "Is something wrong with the twins?""No, no. They're fine. Perfect, actually. We've been having a great time."There's a pause, and I can hear her exhale sharply on the other end."Then why are you calling?" she presses, her voice still laced with suspicion.I glance down at Maverick and Makayla, who are watching me with wide, hopeful eyes, and I steel myself for what I'm about to ask."The twins…" I begin carefully, choosing my words. "They want to stay the night with me."Silence.Dead silence.I can almost see Megan's body tightening, her arms crossing, that familiar defensive posture she gets when she's about to tell me no."Absolutely not," she replies flatl