Luna Hydrocephalus Novels & Stories

Who do these old farts think they are anyway, telling me who can and can't carry my pups, especially if it's my mate in question? I'm starting to boil with rage when the doctor's voice brings me back to the present. "Throughout our history, hybrids were killed at birth for a reason. The greatest concern was their unpredictable antics and the sanity of the wolves they might possess. I think it's a bit different with our Luna. She's been through a lot with the amount of wolfsbane in her blood, but it seems that she never had a wolf, so she's still alive. Yet, the pup's part is much more complex than we thought."

"Good. I have.... come to ac-tually.. like our room." Chris gave me a small, barely there smile but before he could say anything, the doctor arrived, grabbing our attention. "Alpha, Luna, we believe that the Luna was sedated heavily with neuromuscular blockers because of which she is not being able to move but she will be able to as soon as the drug wears off, say in about an hour or so. There is also the extract of some sort of a rare herb in it too but we don't know what it is for. Aside from the effects of the drug, there aren't any other effects as such," Dr Winfield explained.

Luna pressed her fingers to her temple, a small headache was starting to brew there. She knew if she didn’t tend to it soon, she would have a full blown migraine on her hands. And before, she would have handled it, but now she had a whole other human being to think of, so she had to handle it now.

【 Lily of the Valley】 The infirmary occupied the second floor of the castle's west wing. Elias Crane sat by the window. A new Omega file lay open before him. Morning light cut through the narrow window and fell across the medical chart, tracing a pale gold edge along the paper. He pulled the file closer. The pages whispered against each other, dry and quiet. Name: Luna. Age: eighteen. Origin: Northern Territory. Family history: none. His dip pen hung above the approval column. The nib quivered. He did not lower it.

Worried about Luna's well-being, Lucas anxiously awaited Kris's arrival to determine what might be wrong with her. Kris assured Lucas that Luna's chest pain might be due to her inhaling too much water and her headache possibly because she had spent too long soaking in the bath, resulting in a slight fever. While Luna's condition was not a cause for immediate concern, Kris recommended further examinations to ensure that water hadn't entered her lungs and caused an infection.

Luna sat down, somewhat uncomfortably. - Yes? - Well, she's no ordinary child. She...she doesn't have that many defenses. Her... her heart doesn't work very well. - Luna watched worriedly. - She sometimes can't be like a normal child. She has some pretty serious problems, and well...it can cause her death in the worst case scenario. If we don't do what we need to do. -he said as she rubbed her eyes. Luna knew he wanted to cry. -But this is... How long ago was it detected?

Luna Howell had asked the physician. Azalea sighed, hanging his sack over his shoulders, "The level of her immune and brain, I'm not sure of it but it's surely not stable, it's not stable at all." Azalea said but the Luna was confused about what he was saying.

First Light Hospital Luna lay on a VIP hospital bed, eyes closed, her face pale and drained of all color. Thick gauze was wrapped around her forehead, making her look like a fragile porcelain doll. Hector sat nearby, worry etched across his face as he turned to Simon. “Simon, why hasn’t Luna woken up yet? Do you think she might have a concussion?” They hadn’t even gotten out of bed when they heard a scream. Rushing out, they found Irene had just mopped the floor and the stairs were still slippery.

The dashcam footage revealed the final truth. When the injured Luna was loaded into the ambulance, she was in critical condition, but her vitals were stable. She was not on the brink of death. It was Stella who, against the protests of everyone in the vehicle, stubbornly insisted on her own course of action. She recklessly injected the Luna with a large, undiluted dose of a powerful stimulant. Her technique was completely unprofessional. It caused the Luna's intracranial pressure to skyrocket. On the way back to the Sanctuary, the drug's backlash had already caused brain death.

Pack members turned toward her with expressions filled with surprise, curiosity, admiration… and some with quiet disbelief. Aurora felt their eyes following her every step. The human girl who had suddenly become Luna. Whispers quietly spread through the crowd like moving wind. “That’s her…” “She’s beautiful…” “The Alpha truly marked a human?” Aurora tried to ignore the stares as Victoria continued leading her forward through the gathering. At the center of the garden stood a long elevated platform decorated with silver flowers and black banners carrying the symbol of the Crescent Moon Pack. Important members of the pack were already seated there.