บททั้งหมดของ The Luna That Survived : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Scott's Point of View The silence is the worst part. I stand on the balcony outside my office, my elbows resting on the railing as I stare out over the pack grounds. Below me, Daniel's pack members are slowly settling in. Children chase each other across the grass despite everything that's happened. A few warriors from my pack help unload supplies while others patrol the perimeter. Everything looks peaceful. Too peaceful. I know exactly where Asher is right now. Deep inside Damon's territory. Trying to bring Daniel's Luna and warriors home. I glance at my phone for what feels like the hundredth time. Nothing. Bianca steps out onto the balcony carrying two mugs of coffee. "You've checked your phone again." I look up at her. "I know." She smiles softly as she hands me one of the mugs. "You've been doing that every two minutes." "I know." She leans against the railing beside me. "You hate waiting." "I really do." She laughs quietly. "I noticed." I sigh. "I should b

Scott's Point of View The shrill vibration of my alarm barely has a chance to sound before my hand shoots out from beneath the blankets. I silence it immediately. The room falls quiet again. For a few seconds, I don't move. I just lie there, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of Bianca's breathing beside me. The faint glow of dawn filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across her face. She's curled up against me, one hand resting where mine had been before I reached for my phone. Peaceful. Calm. Completely unaware that in less than an hour I'll be leading my warriors toward Damon. My chest tightens. I lean down and press a gentle kiss against the top of her head. "I love you," I whisper so quietly the words barely leave my lips. She shifts slightly in her sleep but doesn't wake. Good. I'd rather leave with this memory than watch the worry return to her eyes. Carefully, I slide my arm out from beneath her. She instinctively reaches toward the warmth I've

Scott's Point of ViewThe convoy rolls to a stop just beyond the tree line overlooking Damon’s territory.Silence settles over us.No one speaks.No one needs to.Every warrior standing here knows exactly why we've come.This ends today.I climb out of the vehicle, adjusting the straps of my weapons before looking toward the walls surrounding Desert Ridge.Damon's pack.The place Bianca spent years trapped.The place that stole everything from her.Not anymore.Asher walks over, Peter and Rowan close behind him.Daniel joins us a second later."Report."Asher looks between us."Our scouts?"Peter nods."Everything is where Bianca said it would be.""As expected?"I ask."Mostly."Peter replies."There are a few extra patrols near the western entrance."Rowan folds his arms."They're nervous.""They should be."Daniel mutters.Asher kneels, spreading a rough map across the hood of one of the trucks."We're splitting into three groups."He points toward the eastern side."Daniel, you an

Bianca's Point of ViewThe waiting is the hardest part.I stand just outside the packhouse, my hands clasped tightly together, staring down the road for what feels like the hundredth time. Around me, pack members gather in small groups, speaking in hushed voices. Some pace. Others simply watch the entrance to the territory.No one is relaxed.No one can be.Scott is out there.Asher is out there.Every warrior who left this morning is out there.And all I can do is wait.I pull in another shaky breath.Please... just come home.A soft hand settles on my shoulder."You should sit down for a while."I glance over at Emma and force a small smile."I can't."She nods, understanding immediately."I didn't think you would."Ethan squirms happily in Miss Hannah's arms a few feet away, completely unaware of why everyone around him looks so tense. She catches my eye and gives me an encouraging smile."He's been an angel."I smile a little more genuinely."Thank you."She bounces him gently."I

Bianca's Point of ViewThe apartment feels too quiet.Ethan fell asleep almost an hour ago after his bedtime bottle, and ever since then I've been pacing between the living room and the kitchen, glancing at the clock every few minutes.Scott said he was on his way home.That was over an hour ago.I know the drive isn't short.I know he probably stopped to make sure everything was settled before he left.I know all of that.It still doesn't stop me from worrying.My phone sits beside me on the couch. I've picked it up at least twenty times, only to put it back down again.I don't want to distract him while he's driving.So instead, I wait.The apartment is dimly lit, the television playing quietly in the background, though I haven't paid attention to a single word.Every sound outside makes my heart race.Every vehicle that drives past makes me wonder if it's him.Then...Headlights sweep across the window.I freeze.A second later, I hear a car door close.My heart begins pounding.I