All Chapters of The Dead Luna's Secret Son: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

•Milo•“Mom?”I sat up quickly.The room was dark.My heart was beating hard.I looked toward the door, expecting to see her standing there.Nothing.I rubbed my eyes.“Mom?”Still nothing.The last thing I remembered was lying in the hospital bed while she held my hand.Then I remembered the dream.The big black wolf.The forest.The red eyes watching from between the trees.And the voice.Run.I pulled the blanket closer.I didn’t like that dream.It kept coming back.Every time, there was something different about it.But the wolf was always there.He always stood between me and whatever was chasing me.I looked toward the window.The moon was still visible.For some reason, looking at it made me feel calm.I lay back down.“You’re not real,” I whispered.But a strange feeling settled in my chest.I wasn’t sure who I was talking about.The wolf.Or the voice.The next morning, I woke to someone opening the curtains.Sunlight filled the room.I covered my face.“Too bright.”A woman

•Dr Elias•The hospital had become too quiet.I stood alone in the small examination room, staring at the empty bed where Milo had slept the night before.My fingers rested on the edge of the mattress.I could still remember the boy’s pulse beneath my fingers.Fast.Then strangely calm.Then something else.Something I had not felt in decades.I closed my eyes.The memory returned.A different child.A different hospital.A different time.I had been younger then.Much younger.I had also been a fool.I had believed that leaving the supernatural world behind would allow me to forget everything I had witnessed.I had been wrong.I opened my eyes.Milo was not an ordinary child.I had known that from the first examination.The unusual heartbeat had been the first sign.Then came the reaction to moonlight.The abnormal blood cells.The fever.And now the dreams.I walked toward the cabinet at the back of the room.I unlocked it.Inside were several old medical books, most of them damaged

•Lisa•I remembered the first time Ronan smiled at me.Not the smile I had seen recently.That cold, controlled expression he wore whenever he wanted to remind me that he was Alpha.I remembered the real one.The one he had tried so hard to hide.It happened years ago.Before the villa.Before the lies.Before everything between us became complicated.I was young then.And so was he.We were still trying to understand what it meant to belong to a pack.I had always been the quiet girl.The one who stayed out of trouble.The one who knew when to lower her eyes around the elders.But that day, I had made a mistake.A simple one.I had wandered too far from the pack grounds.I remembered the trees.The damp ground beneath my feet.The sound of birds above me.I had been searching for a particular flower my mother used for tea.I didn't realize how far I had gone until I heard footsteps.I turned.An old man stood between the trees.He wasn't someone I recognized.

•Lisa•I wasn’t looking for Ronan’s letters.I was looking for a way to stop thinking about him.Somehow, I ended up finding exactly what I had been trying to avoid.The villa was quiet that night.Too quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the moon-shaped necklace resting in my palm.I had been holding it for several minutes without realizing it.The memory of Ronan’s face kept coming back.The boy in the forest.The piece of bread.His awkward apology.The smile he tried to hide.Then the man he had become.Cold.Angry.Guarded.I closed my fingers around the necklace.I needed to stop.I had Milo to think about.His health.His future.The danger surrounding us.Those things mattered.Ronan’s feelings didn’t.At least, that was what I kept telling myself.I stood and walked toward the old bedroom.I didn’t know why my feet took me there.Maybe because some part of me still wanted answers.Maybe because I was tired of carrying questions that had followed me for five years.

•Desmond•The date on the hospital record refused to leave my mind.I had seen it before.I just hadn't understood what it meant.I sat alone in my office, staring at the file spread across my desk.Milo.That name had been appearing too often.First in Lisa's life.Then in the hospital records.Then in the strange reports surrounding the child.And now, in a timeline that made no sense.I opened the file again.Milo's date of birth was written clearly.I checked it against Lisa's records.Then against the old Blackthorn records.I leaned back.Something was wrong.Very wrong.I pulled another folder from the cabinet.Lisa's old pack records.Her name.Her age.Her family.Her status before she disappeared.And the date the pack had officially recorded her death.I placed both documents beside each other.My eyes moved between them.I calculated the dates again.Then again.The result didn't change.Milo had been born only months after Lisa was supposedly