His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 83

AMERIE

“Thank the Goddess!” I hear my mother breathe as I open my eyes. Her voice a mix of relief and lingering fear.

“Are you okay, princess?” My father’s deep blue eyes are filled with worry as he cradles me in his strong arms, his grip both comforting and protective.

“What did you see?” mother asks.

“Memories,” I whisper, my voice shaky as I recall the vivid scenes that played out in my mind. “Of me, Midriel... and…”

“And?” My mother’s voice is gentle, encouraging, but I can hear the underlying tension.

“I remember what happened that day,” I say, my gaze flicking to Midriel’s pained expression before returning to my mother’s anxious eyes. “It was a woman who took me…”

“Did you see her face?” Mother’s question comes quickly, cutting through the air like a knife.

I shake my head, frustration bubbling up. “No. I was pulled away from the memory before she said her name or I saw her face.”

Father sighs heavily, his face hardening as he helps me to my feet. “Rest with your mother. Your brother and I will go see Kizziah and Saul.”

The words are out before I can stop them, driven by a deep, burning need. “I want to go.”

Father turns to me, his brow furrowing in concern. “I promise to let you do so but…”

“Please, Father,” I plead, grabbing his hands and holding them tight. “I want to see their faces when they see me. Especially Saul’s.”

My parents exchange a silent, loaded look.

“I don’t want her there with them,” Father growls, his protectiveness flaring.

Mother wraps a calming hand around his arm, her touch softening the tension in his stance. “We’ll be there with her. How can they harm her?” Her voice is light, almost playful, but I can see the steel beneath her words.

I smile, seeing how my mother’s touch eases my father’s worry. His broad shoulders relax slightly, and he nods, though his voice remains stern when he speaks to me. “Fine. But you will stay near us at all times, princess.”

I nod, flashing him a small smile.

As we leave the room, a mix of anticipation and dread coils in my stomach. My steps are steady, but inside, my heart pounds like a drum. How will I react when I see those two?

They were a huge part of my life and did cruel things to me. My mind goes into flashbacks of my time in their pack.

Saul’s constant harassment and s****l innuendos. The nights I spent afraid of what could happen. Thinking every night was going to be the night he will have his way with me. My eyes refusing to close, sleep stolen from me, staying awake for fear he would come to my room.

Midriel throws his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. “Don’t be scared, Amy. I’ll gladly cut off their arms if they even think about touching you.”

I nod at him, welcoming his comforting words. Though he’s not Nathan, yet I appreciate that he noticed my anxiety. Something Nathan always did.

Seven stern looking guards surround us as we step out of the large house, three in front, two on the sides, and two behind. Their gazes and stances remind me of the warriors at the Thunderstorm Pack. Especially Nathan’s personal guards.

A helpless sigh escapes my mouth. I can’t help seeing things around me here that reminds me of Nathan.

My gaze drifts over the town, taking in the silver and white buildings glowing softly under the moonlight, as if reflecting the essence of the Silvercrest pack.

The houses, a mix of bungalows and duplexes, sit along wide, winding streets that lead seamlessly from one to the next, their manicured lawns dotted with ancient oaks and evergreens.

The air is cool and fresh, carrying the scent of pine, damp earth, and the faint sweetness of wildflowers that must be growing somewhere nearby.

“It’s beautiful,” I murmur, breathing in the crisp night air.

“Wait until you see the view from home,” Midriel says with a grin.

“Home?” I ask, arching a brow in curiosity.

“This is the pack house. Father built our family home after you disappeared.”

I glance at my father, questions swirling in my mind.

“It’s a story for another day,” he says, his tone firm as he casts a soft glare at Midriel who shrugs and pulls me to him.

I can’t help but smile at his playfulness and my father’s slight irritation at him. However, I wonder why a new house was built when there is a pack house this big. Didn’t alpha’s stay in the pack house?

“You will worry your head if you think too much about it,” my brother tells me. “I am sure when you hear the entire story, you will understand why he built a house for us.”

I nod at his advice and know whatever my father’s reasons were, I would never judge him for doing so.