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.

on them. Her breath hitched, a cold shock running through her

his posture as composed as ever, broad

Is relaxed but

Beside him, Linda looked radiant under

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her lips. But it was Alex–the boy

Linda’s

her chest tighten, the edges of her thoughts fraying like an unraveling thread.

the trio. There was no change in his expression, no sharp intake of breath or

coaxing her attention back.

been talking about. Her mind struggled to reorient itself, to pull away from the

her expectantly, waiting for

Sarah exhaled quietly.

for her to hesitate.

“Alright, Let’s go.”

With an easy grace, he matched her pace as they made their

of the festival had been 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

ground.

bright, surrounded by dancers moving in synchronized, fluid movements that imitated the rhythm of the hunt–the

the music and energy of the festival pull her away

thoughts.

slightly closer until he spoke

to take some pictures for

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