All Chapters of Second chance luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Zinnia’s POV(Present day, now 24 years old)The garden smelled like roses and fresh lemon tarts. Laughter floated through the air. Pack members stood in small groups, talking and eating. I moved between them with a big smile on my face.Inside, my heart felt heavy.I arranged the pastries on the long table. My hands moved slowly. I had woken up at four in the morning to bake them. Each tart had a perfect swirl of cream on top. I wanted everything to look beautiful."I am telling you, I saw them," a woman whispered behind the tall hedge.I froze. My fingers stayed on the edge of the platter."With Maelis?" another voice asked."Yes. She left the east wing at dawn. Her dress was wrinkled. His scent was all over her."My stomach twisted. I kept my face calm and picked up a fresh plate of tarts."You are sure?" the second woman asked."Very sure. And someone heard them three nights ago in his study. The sounds… they were clear."I turned around with the plate in my hands. Two she-wolves,

Zinnia’s POVThe word “new Mommy” came out of June’s mouth and stabbed me deep.I stood frozen in the middle of the common room. Every pack member stared at me. The silence felt heavy. It pressed down on my chest.June hid his face against Maelis’s shoulder. His small hands held her dress tight. He would not look at me.Tears filled my eyes, but I blinked them away fast. I could not cry here. Not in front of everyone.Draven stepped forward. His voice was calm and strong."This has been a long day for everyone," he said. "Zinnia is not feeling well because of the full moon. Maelis has kindly offered to watch June tonight so my wife can rest."Murmurs moved through the crowd. Some people nodded. Others looked at me with pity.I took one step closer. My legs felt weak."June," I said softly. My voice shook. "Please come with Mama. I will read you your favorite story."He shook his head. He still would not look at me.Maelis smiled sweetly and rubbed his back. "It is okay, sweetheart. Yo

Zinnia’s POV"Run!"Joseph’s hand tightened around my arm. The howls grew louder. They sounded close. Too close.My heart slammed against my ribs. I ran beside him through the dark forest. Branches scratched my arms. My breath came out in short gasps.The silver-haired woman ran with us. Her movements were fast and smooth, like she had done this many times before."Who are you?" I asked again, my voice shaking.She glanced at me as we ran. "My name is Christiana. I was your mother’s best friend. I blocked the mate bond to protect you."My feet almost stopped. Protect me?Before I could ask more, a big black wolf jumped out from behind the trees. Its eyes glowed red under the moonlight.Joseph pushed me behind him."Stay back!" he shouted.The wolf attacked. Joseph shifted in one fast movement. His dark gray wolf with silver marks crashed into the attacker. They rolled on the ground, growling and snapping.Christiana stood beside me. She placed her hand on my shoulder. Warm energy flow

Zinnia’s POVThe truck stopped in front of a dark cabin. Soft rain fell on the leaves. Joseph turned off the engine and looked around.“This is the place,” he said. “We stay the night. Move again tomorrow.”Christiana got out first. She checked the trees and the shadows. I carried June inside. The cabin smelled like dust and old wood. One main room, a small kitchen, two bedrooms with thin doors.I set June on the couch. He still held his wooden wolf tight in both hands.Joseph locked the door behind us. “There is canned food in the cupboard. Nothing good, but it will do.”Christiana lit a lantern. Yellow light filled the room and made the corners look darker.June looked up at me with big eyes. “Mama, is Papa coming after us?”“No,” I said. “We are far from him now. He does not know where we are.”Joseph pulled out a chair and sat down hard. “We need to talk while the boy can rest.”I sat across from him. Christiana stayed by the window, watching the rain.Joseph spoke first. “My pack

Zinnia’s POVThe truck rolled along the wet road for almost two hours. June slept against my side with his head on my arm. The wooden wolf stayed in his hand the whole time.Christiana sat in the front and watched the mirrors. Joseph drove without talking much. The silence felt heavy.When the small town came into view I sat up straighter. It looked quiet. A few shops. An old gas station. Houses with peeling paint.Joseph turned down a side street and stopped behind a two-story building that had a sign for sewing repairs.“This is the place,” he said. “The woman who makes papers lives upstairs. Her name is Rhea. She does not like questions.”We got out. The air smelled like wet concrete and coffee. I carried June. He woke up and looked around with sleepy eyes.Christiana knocked on a side door in a special way. Three short knocks, then two. After a minute the door opened.A woman in her fifties stood there. Gray hair pulled back. Sharp eyes. She looked at each of us and then stepped a