Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rogue Luna's Revenge : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Brynn Hollis' POVI didn't tell Dax that the memories had returned.Not all at once. Not in a tidy flood. They came in fragments-sharp and jagged, like broken glass working their way to the surface.The morning after the library dream, I woke on the window seat. Dax was gone-back to his hallway post, probably. A blanket had been draped over me. A cup of tea sat on the windowsill, still warm.He was trying.It didn't matter anymore.Because I remembered.---The first memory surfaced while I was brushing my teeth.I paused, toothbrush in hand, staring at my reflection. And suddenly I was back in the suite-the old suite, before the crash-standing in front of the same mirror, wearing a dress I'd bought on sale. Dax's birthday. I'd cooked lamb with rosemary. I'd set the table with candles.He never came.I waited until midnight. Then I blew out the candles, threw away the food, and crawled into bed alone.The memory was so vivid I could smell the rosemary.I gripped the sink. Breathed.Ok

Brynn Hollis' POVThe pack house disappeared behind the trees.I kept my eyes forward, hands folded over my belly, feeling the baby kick. Eight months pregnant, bouncing over frozen roads in a stolen car, running from the only home I'd ever known.I'm free.The thought should have felt triumphant. Instead, it felt hollow.Farrah drove in silence, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. The headlights cut through the snow, illuminating a narrow road that wound deeper into the mountains."We have three hours to the border," she said. "After that, we're in neutral territory. No pack claims it.""And the rogue settlement?""Another two hours past the border. Vera knows we're coming. She's got a room ready."I nodded."Brynn." Farrah glanced at me. "You okay?""I will be."She didn't push.---The first hour passed without incident.Then the baby started kicking. Hard. Not the usual flutters—sharp, insistent jabs that made me gasp."He knows something's wrong," I said, pressing my palm t

Brynn Hollis' POVThe healer worked through the night.I sat in the hallway outside the infirmary, my back against the cold stone wall, my hands folded in my lap. Dax sat across from me, knees drawn up, elbows on his knees. He didn't speak. Neither did I.Every few minutes, a nurse came out with an update.His fever is coming down.He's breathing easier.He asked for his mama.The last one broke me. I stood up, walked to the door, and looked through the glass. Micah was lying in a small bed, an oxygen mask over his face, an IV in his arm. His eyes were closed.But his chest was rising and falling. Steady.He's going to be okay.I leaned my forehead against the doorframe and cried. Silent tears. The kind I'd learned to cry in two years of hiding.Dax didn't come near me.He stayed in the hallway, watching, waiting.---Morning came.The healer allowed me inside. I sat on the edge of Micah's bed, holding his small hand, singing the lullaby Vera had taught me. His eyelids fluttered. Sque

Brynn Hollis' POVI waited three days.Three days of watching Dax with Micah. Three days of meals in the dining hall, of wolves whispering behind my back, of sleeping in the omega wing while the suite sat empty.Three days of remembering.Every cruel word. Every cold silence. Every night I'd waited up for him, only to watch the sunrise alone.On the third night, I walked to his office.The door was open. He was sitting behind his desk, head bowed, hands folded. He looked up when I entered. His eyes were red."Brynn.""We need to talk."He nodded. Gestured to the chair across from him. I didn't sit."I remember everything," I said.The words hung in the air.Dax's face went pale. "What?""The party. The toast. The three years before." My voice was steady. "The journal entries. The nights I cried myself to sleep. The way you looked at me like I was nothing."He stood up. "Brynn-""I remember driving. The deer. The crash. Waking up in the hospital and seeing your face-cold, suspicious, c

Brynn Hollis' POVThe fever came without warning.One moment Micah was playing in the snow, throwing handfuls of powder at Dax's legs. The next, he was limp in my arms, burning hot, his breath coming in shallow gasps."Mama," he whimpered. "Mama, it hurts."I carried him inside. Laid him on the bed. Pressed cool cloths to his forehead. His eyes rolled back."No, no, no-"Vera came running. Felt his forehead. Listened to his chest."It's not pneumonia. Just a high fever. But it's dangerous at his age. I don't have the medicine we need.""What medicine?""Children's fever reducer. The kind made by packs. I've been out for weeks."My blood went cold. The nearest pack with a proper infirmary was Silver Creek.Three hours away."I'll go," Dax said.I looked at him. "You can't-""I can run faster than any car. Shifted. I'll be back before dawn." He was already pulling off his jacket. "Stay with him. Keep him cool. Don't let him seize."He didn't wait for my answer.He shifted in the doorway