Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 135

Before Sarah could react, Abby broke free from Cole’s grip and ran straight into her arms.

Sarah caught her easily, surprised but touched by the enthusiasm.

Cole approached with a small smile. “We’re here for the festival. Abby wouldn’t stop talking about the Moonlit Rite tonight.”

Abby pouted up at Sarah, her big eyes full of unspoken hope. “Come with us?”

Sarah hesitated.

She hadn’t planned on staying. Festivals weren’t the same anymore. She didn’t want to be surrounded by people and reminded of what she had lost.

But then she caught something in Cole’s expression.

He had been watching her.

Not in a way that was intrusive, but in a way that told her he had noticed. He had seen her walking alone in the crowd, surrounded by laughter yet untouched by it.

Had he followed her intentionally? Something about the way he stood there, the quiet patience in his gaze, made her suspect that he had. And the strange thing was… she didn’t mind. Sarah looked down at Abby, whose small hands clung to her coat.

Maybe, just for tonight… She could pretend.

She could be a part of something again.

A sudden surge of acceptance came through and she was about to say ‘Yes‘ to their kind offer that suddenly something stopped her words in the mouth…

She saw three familiar figures appearing in the crowd.

It was none other than Arnold, Linda, and Alex who had arrived for the Frostwolf Celebration.

had been moments away from responding to Cole when her gaze landed on them. Her breath hitched, a cold shock running through

crowd, his posture as composed as ever, broad si

Is relaxed but

presence commanding without effort. Beside him, Linda looked radiant under the suit glow of

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it was Alex–the boy who

held Linda’s

chest tighten, the edges of

direction, landing on the trio. There was no change in his expression, no sharp intake of breath or visible reaction, yet somehow, she knew he had taken in every detail just

a beat, he spoke, his voice deliberately steady, as if coaxing her attention back. “Abby invited us to check out the main celebration. What do you think?”

to remember what they had been talking about. Her mind struggled to reorient

was watching her expectantly, waiting

Sarah exhaled quietly.

was no reason for her

“Alright, Let’s go.”

he linger. With an easy grace, he matched her

transformed into a breathtaking display of tradition and history. White furs draped over wooden structures, pine boughs wove together to create intricate decorations, and soft lanterns cast a warm glow over

ground.

a massive flame burned bright, surrounded by dancers moving in synchronized, fluid movements that imitated the rhythm of the hunt–the way wolves stalked, ran, and struck their prey. Each step was powerful, precise, embodying

silence, letting the music and energy

thoughts.

stepping slightly

some

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