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.

gaze landed on them. Her breath hitched, a cold shock running through her veins, numbing her fingers before

crowd, his posture

Is relaxed but

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

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it was Alex–the boy who once clung to Sarah without hesitation–who truly made her

held Linda’s hand.

her chest tighten, the edges of her

hesitation immediately. His dark eyes flickered toward the same 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

spoke, his voice deliberately steady, as if coaxing her attention back.

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

her expectantly, waiting for

Sarah exhaled quietly.

for

“Alright, Let’s go.”

her pace as they made their way to the heart of

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

ground.

the rhythm of the hunt–the way wolves stalked,

music and energy of the festival pull her away from

thoughts.

barely noticed Cole stepping slightly closer until

to take some pictures for

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