All Chapters of The Barren Luna's Secret: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

Freya’s POVThe next night Camilla led us to a clearing in the woods.The walk was long, at least two miles. Logan carried me for the last mile because I was too tired to continue.There was barely any moonlight. The witches set candles around the clearing, lighting it up while the woods beyond stayed pitch black.'Are you sure about this?' Logan asked me through our mate bond.'I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared, but I am more afraid of facing a future where I would have to choose my life over our pups,' I replied. 'I'll be with you every step of the way. You can squeeze my hand until it breaks. I don't care,' Logan responded.Crickets chirped in the distance until the witches’ footsteps in the grass cut them off. Sometimes a breeze made the candles flicker and shadows move across the trees. Hattie and Dalila stood with the others in a circle.Camilla stopped Logan at the edge. “You’ll stand here,” she told him. “Don’t take a step closer, and don’t interrupt, no matter what

Freya’s POV“Elian,” I said, watching as Logan fluffed the pillows, keeping me propped up in bed. “For the boy. I told Vivian weeks ago, and I haven’t changed my mind since.”“Elian’s good,” Logan said, turning the name over in his mouth. “And the girl?”“Nyla,” I replied.He repeated the name softly to himself. “Nyla. Elian and Nyla.” He nodded slowly. “I like them both.”“Good, because I settled on them in a garden at Silvermoon weeks ago, and I’ve been waiting for you to catch up.”I couldn’t reach Kael or Vivian through the link with my wolf removed, so I wrote them two long letters instead, and Hattie promised to send them out first thing in the morning. I told them the coven had found a way to help. I didn’t include the details. Some things shouldn’t go on paper.“You should go home,” I told Logan while sealing the letters. “Doomfang can’t run by itself for two months.”“It doesn’t have to. I’ve already arranged it,” he said, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Kael and

Logan’s POVAfter hours by Freya’s side, numb from crying, I sat on the edge of her bed with my head in my hands. The room was quiet except for the occasional cry from one of the twins in the nursery. I took a shaky breath and forced myself to calm down. I couldn’t fall apart now.Camilla came in. She sat down across from me, her face gentle but serious. “The coma is a side effect of the ritual. It happens, sometimes, when the body and spirit have been through so much,” she said.“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I asked.Camilla paused before saying, “I thought it would help if you understood why it was happening.”‘Snapping at her will not help us,’ my wolf scolded.I looked up, pain twisting in my chest. “Is there anything we can do?”Camilla shook her head slowly. “Right now, all you can do is wait. Freya’s wolf needs time to recover. Maybe, when the twins are older, their blood could help awaken her. I know that sounds harsh, but it has worked before.”I nodded, swallow

Logan’s POVFive years went by in a blur. Freya was still in the hospital. Every morning, after getting the twins ready for school, I visited her before going to my office. I held her hand and talked about the kids or the weather, hoping she could hear me. After that, I dove into work. Everyone in the pack knew I was a workaholic again.One afternoon, while working through a pile of paperwork in my office, there was a knock at my door. Before I could say anything, the door flew open. Elian and Nyla stood in the doorway with their backpacks. Elian was already grinning, like he knew he was about to get in trouble. Nyla looked sweet and a little nervous, just like always.“You two know you’re supposed to wait for permission before coming in,” I said, raising my eyebrows. My wolf’s voice was amused in my mind: ‘Elian’s just like you were, always breaking the rules. Nyla’s the little angel.’“Sorry, Dad,” Nyla said quickly. “ I told Elian we should knock and wait, but he just barged in.”E

Logan’s POVI shook my head. "No, nothing new," I said quietly.There was never much to say. Vivian always asked about Freya, if anything was different. Every time, the truth was the same: nothing had changed."You've done a great job with them," Vivian said. "Whatever else is on your mind, remember that.""Honestly, they practically raised themselves," I replied, trying to smile.But the truth was, raising them hadn’t been easy, no matter how I tried to downplay it. There were nights when the twins cried for their mother, and all I could do was sit there feeling guilty and helpless. I tried to hide that from everyone, but Vivian saw through it."They didn't, and you know it," Vivian said, touching my arm. "When Freya wakes up and sees those kids, she'll be so glad it was you here."Vivian squeezed my hand, just for a second. “You’re too hard on yourself, Logan.”I managed a crooked grin. “Aren’t we all?”She snorted. “Not like you.”"I hope you're right," I murmured.Gavin walked up