His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 78

SILVERCREST WOLVES

FAMILY REUNION

AMERIE

Slowly, I drop my hands to my sides, turning around to look at the room. Everything in the room tugs at my heart, drawing from my well of memories. I feel like I have been here before. Not just in my dream, but like I once lived here.

A wardrobe stands near a wall, decorated with stickers of flower, unicorns, birds and other things only a little girl would love. A

reading table stands near it, full of children’s books and coloured drawings.

The bed is well made with a toy rabbit sitting between the pillows. A long shoe rack filled with girl’s shoes, hats draped over the top.

This feels familiar. Too familiar.

Silently, I move through the room, touching and looking at things, forgetting Nathan’s betrayal. But not totally, as my heart is still in

pieces.

A loud buzz springs up in my head when I pick up the bunny from the bed. A memory flashes across my vision. The little girl in my vision, talking to the bunny. As quick as it comes it disappears the same way. I back away from the bed, dropping the bunny, blinking hard and feel a hand touch my shoulder.

“Amerie,” a masculine voice says behind me. I stumble backwards, crashing into the bed, scurrying away from it and hiding beneath it.

“Amerie?” the voice calls again. Peeking over the bed, I see a young man with hair and eyes just like mine.

Every inch of his face is like mine except for his strong jaw and thicker eyebrows. There’s something familiar about him. His blue eyes hint at both relief and shock as he looks at me. As if he can’t believe I am here.

“Amerie,” he whispers, taking slow steps to where I am.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” I cry, raising shaky hands up. But don’t feel he will hurt me.

A flash of anger, fear and sadness crosses his face. “I will never hurt you. I can never hurt my own sister.”

My eyes and mouth pop wide open, blinking at his words.

MIDRIEL

The air around me crackles with a familiar energy, a shift so powerful it nearly takes my breath away. I close my eyes and allow the surge to settle into me, easing up into my senses.

This feels like when we first felt her use her powers. And it feels so close to home.

“Excuse me,” I say to the people around me, standing up. I had brought Saul with me to hang out with my friends to get him drunk

“Are you okay, Midriel?” Anslem, my closest friend asks. His grey eyes scan my features. I smile and link him to keep an eye on Saul, before leaving the club.

Sharpening my focus, I start to trace the source of this energy. My steps hurrying towards the pack house. My brows furrow at this. Why would the energy be coming from there? We hardly spend time there except when Father attends to pack duties at his office.

Father chose to build a home for us, rather than have us stay in the pack house. This happened after Amerie’s disappearance. My aunt’s refusal to let go of her infatuation with my father was also another reason.

Still following the thread of energy, I pass through the doors of the building, greeting the people waiting in the large living room to

see their alpha. The pull takes me to base of the long staircase and a feeling bursts inside me as I inhale a scent. It’s flowery, feminine and familiar.

Braun, my wolf jerks to his feet and starts to whimper. I remain frozen to the spot, my mind scratching at the surface of that deep

yearning that has plagued me for years. A yearning as strong as the guilt I have felt all these years.

“Braun?” I call my wolf in a shaky voice. “Could it be her?”

He stirs underneath my skin, merging with me. “We won’t know until we see who the person upstairs is.”

My wolf and I have a cool synergy where we are always on the same frequency. Neither of us had to struggle for control.

I start to climb the stairs, inhaling more of the scent, praying that she’s the one. Hoping the end to my guilt has come finally.

When the energy leads me to the front of door painted in blue, I stagger backwards and tell myself it can’t be real. I haven’t stepped

to this door for years now. But I can feel the energy pulsing strongly from behind the door.

Slowly, I reach out to hold the handle and jerk my hand back at the strength of the power coming from inside. It’s as strong as mine. I put my hand back, turn the handle, step in and see the back of a female with long brown hair cascading down her back.

She drops the bunny in her hand and steps back

“Amerie?” I touch her shoulder just to be sure she is real and hear her squeal in fright, tumbling backwards over the bed.

She peeks at me in fear. The shape and colour of her eyes are the same like mine. Her brows the same, but arched upwards a little. Maybe because she’s a female version of me.

Then I notice the wetness on her cheeks and her swollen and red eyes. As well as the faint scent of sadness coming from her. Who made my sister cry? My protective instincts flaring inside me.

Braun growls as well. Both of us ready to tear the person apart in an instant.

“Amerie,” I call again, walking to her. Seeing her confused and vulnerable makes my heart tighten.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” she cries, trembling in fear and holding her shaky hands up.

Braun snarls in my head, a flash of anger, fear and sadness cross my heart.

“I will never hurt you. I can never hurt my sister,” I growl.

Her eyes and mouth pop wide open, blinking at my words, much the same time the air crackles around us and Mother appears beside me.

“Amerie!” she gasps.

RAKIEL

“Chai. Something is wrong!” I link Malachai from the bedroom.

He’s in a meeting with his Beta and Gamma. And Kizziah with hs son.

“I feel it too, my love. Once I am done, we will check it out,” he links back.

“It feels like her,” sliding off the bed and already wearing my slippers. “I will check it out.”

Instantly, I feel his worry. “Please, wait for me. I will soon be done…”

“Chai, it feels closer than before. I can feel it within the pack,” the surge was so powerful and close. I felt it ripple through the core

of the pack.

“Be careful, Rakiel. If you feel anything different, link me,” he says. “Promise?”

“Yes, my love,” I say, knowing how serious he is when he uses my full name.

I close my eyes and sift through the many powers dancing around the air. The air around the pack is always humming with the many powers of the wolves in the pack. I just need to find this new one and when I do, it’s a ball of white energy. Raw with powers so strong it will sap all my strength if I push further towards it.

“Rakiel!” Chai’s worried voice blasts in. “What are you doing? I can feel your strength waning.”

“I found it,” a smile spreads across my face. This means only one thing. “She’s here, Chai.”

“Are you sure, my love?”

“I am.”

“I will join you,” he replies before breaking the link.

Holding the link to the power, I create a portal and appear inside her room. A place I haven’t been in years.

Midriel is already here, crouched beside a girl with brown hair and blue eyes just like his. She huddles on the floor, trembling, her eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Her eyes shift to mine and my wolf and I say her name for the first time in years. “Amerie,” gasping as tears blur my vision. My baby is home.

MALACHAI

“I need to leave,” I link Gary and Finch, rising to my feet. “I will speak to you later,” I tell Kizziah before leaving the room.

I felt the change in the pack ‘s rhythm. Something fresh and powerful hit the air, shaking the balance. But in a good way. Rakiel’s words confirm what I felt and I need to see with my eyes if she’s the one.

Is Amerie really back?

The energy is coming from the one place I want to have nothing to do with. Where I experienced the worst periods in my life.

The pack house.

I can feel two familiar energy coming from there and know Midriel is there with his mother.

I push back the dark memories that spring up as I pass through, heading for the stairs and stopping at the front of Amerie’s old room.

I can hear Rakiel’s voice breaking as she speaks with her baby.

Our babygirl.

I turn the lock and see Midriel and Rakiel sitting on both sides of a girl with brown hair. Rakiel’s teary eyes meet mine and her voice

breaks.

“Chai, it’s Amerie.”

The girl lifts her head, her blue eyes locking with mine, and for the first time in years, I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Amerie,” I whisper her name, like I have whispered it for many years.