Novel & Cerita Healing His Broken Luna

A lunaris wolf's light is steady but small but among the pack it swells into something fierce, a shared aura that turns into both a shield and a weapon. The more unbroken bonds the higher the chances of defeating the Vorath.’ I paused and stared into space. Was this why I needed Killian? as far as I knew he was the only unbreakable bond I had. I narrowed my gaze back to the book. ‘Third was the moon herself. Under a full moon, the lunaris light burns at its peak.’ And since my race were descendants of the moon itself, we were powerful under it too. I was convinced I had gotten the basic knowledge I needed about almost everything.

Jessie's POV As I screamed Gaty's name, I turned and saw Luna Constance storming toward us. Her face was red with fury. "You!" she shouted, pointing at Gaty. "Drop that gun at once!" "Drop it!" Luna Constance commanded again. "You killed the Luna! Don't you dare drag my son into your mess!" Gaty's hand was shaking, and the gun was trembling in her grip. "Your son?" Gaty said, her voice was bitter and broken. "Your son used me. He made me believe he loved me. He made me do terrible things."

Lila, once radiant and strong, now appeared frail, her once-bright eyes dim. Ella buried her face in Lila’s fur, tears streaming down her cheeks. “What happened to you?” she whispered. Lila nuzzled her gently, but her movements were sluggish, her strength clearly waning. “She is weak,” the Moon Goddess said softly, standing behind her. “But she is not beyond saving.” Ella turned, her tear-streaked face filled with desperation. “Why? Why is she like this?” “Because your bond is incomplete,” the Moon Goddess explained, her tone patient yet firm. “You are unique, Ella, and so is Lila. Your destinies are intertwined, but for her to recover, you must fulfill your purpose.”

“Someone had to.” The Luna stared at me. A few feet away, another Luna murmured something to her companion, both of them watching Lily lean into my touch, the rash already fading beneath the salve. It didn’t take much to see the years of care just from the short demonstration of my abilities. Lily showed me the utmost trust, already breathing better, her hives starting to lose some of their redness.

After I aired the house out, I burned candles I found in the attic and filled the house with their scented smoke. Once his scent was gone, I felt much better. The first week, after I had left the cell, I was a mess. I wanted to end everything, I wanted to leave and hide. I didn't want my mate, I didn't want anyone. It was Cameron who pulled me out of the funk. He walked up to the door and said something that stayed with me, "Don't let him win. You are stronger than anyone I know. Heal your wounds, Luna." And after that, I realized that if I ended my life, he would have won. And I did what he said. I healed my wounds, and I allowed myself to sulk in the attic before facing my fears and going

Luna said sincerely, her voice tinged with emotions she kept to herself. Dr. Williams, perceptive to her unspoken concerns, gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. "You've shown incredible strength, Miss Luna. But remember, healing takes time, and your loved ones are here to support you. If you ever have any questions or need assistance, don't hesitate to reach out, please don't think about anything, the more you stay peaceful, the more you'll recover soon." Luna nodded, her smile still polite but her heart heavy with unanswered questions and the longing for the person who seemed to be missing from the most significant chapter of her recovery.

I took each and every one of them out and once she was fully healed physically, I noticed her fingers started moving a little. Five minutes later, Luna opens her eyes and she immediately looks at me, “Blake, what happened?” she asks me. I smile and put a hand on her cheek before I reply, “You fell into a glass table and you were immediately knocked unconscious. Your body was trying to heal you. But there were shards of glass stuck in your skin, so your healing was not going the way it was supposed to.”

“Then I’ll throw you out myself.” “No, she might be useful,” the healer said. Roamur stopped and turned toward her. “She’s his Luna, isn’t she?” I nodded, and she continued, “The bond between them is strong, especially since it’s still fresh. If she stays and tends to him, the Moon Goddess’s blessing will fall upon him. He’ll heal faster.” Roamur went silent. I saw his fists clench tightly. “It’s true, sir,” the male healer added, standing up. “She could heal him in just a few days.”

I’m the kind who carves strength out of suffering, who shapes warriors from shattered things. And Selene was made for war. The fire’s still burning in the cave, casting her shadow across the wall. She doesn’t see how it moves like it’s alive. She doesn’t notice how the spirits linger when she speaks. But I see it. She’s already more than they ever let her be. She’ll be more than Luna. She’ll be legend. But first, I’ll break her down and build her up again. And if somewhere along the way, I touch her skin and forget where I end and she begins—well, even the Hollow Moon is allowed to want something, once.

I watched Luna soften gradually, like frozen ground accepting spring rain. "He makes me laugh," Luna told me one evening while we folded laundry. Domestic tasks had rapidly become our bonding time. "Real laughter, not the bitter kind I'm used to. When I'm with him, I forget to be angry." "That's beautiful." "No sis, it's terrifying." Luna's hands stopped folding the clothes. "What if I'm not capable of this? What if I let him in and discover I'm too broken for love?" "You're not broken. You're healing. There's a difference, my love."