RETURN OF THE LUNA: RECLAIMING HER BACK
“Don’t… cry. It’s time for this old man… to rest. But promise me… promise me you’ll protect my great-grandchild… and you’ll… triumph.”
“I promise,” I sobbed, clutching his limp hand. Tears streamed down my cheeks as his body went still, his gaze fixed in eternal silence.
My grip on him tightened as I cuddled him to myself and let out a deafening scream.
A cold voice interrupted my grief.
“The Alpha has requested your presence,” a woman said behind me. Her tone was laced with cruelty. “Come quietly, or your son will join the old man.”
My gaze darted to Lorenzo, who was clutching a chair, his tear-streaked face filled with terror. Fury overtook my sorrow. Lucian had tracked me down, killed my