Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 303

Chapter 303

Xena's POV

I wanted to push further, to demand

time. I bit back my questions and siswers the way I usually did, but something in his demeanor told me this wasn't the

He leaned down and pressed a gentle

away.

nodded.

to my forehead. "I'll be back soon," he murmured against my skin before pulling

I watched him walk toward his car. The engine roared to life, and I stood there until his taillights disappeared into the distance, leaving me with an odd sense of unease I couldn't quite place.

Back in our room, I found that Ama had already prepared dinner for us. The thoughtful gesture warmed my heart. The aroma that greeted me was absolutely divine: a rich stew filled with bacon, ground beef, and kielbasa sausage. My stomach growled appreciatively as I breathed in the hearty scent.

I settled down with a piece of cornbread, tearing off chunks to soak up the flavorful broth. The combination was perfect. I found myself eating with more enthusiasm than I'd had in days, practically devouring the entire portion. It had been a while since anything had tasted this good.

My limbs felt heavy and even the simple act of clearing my dishes seemed monumentally

events catching up with me. Even the thought of taking a shower - something I desperately needed – felt too taxing. Instead, I moved to the couch, adjusting the pillows to find a comfortable

returned.

sleep like a sledgehammer through glass. My eyes flew open, heart

room, chaos had erupted. Gunshots echoed through the

IS IT?” I called out, my voice shakier than I would

entire door frame. Then came the sound of boots striking wood -

as I realized these weren't pack members. I reached out through the mind link, desperately seeking Ama's familiar mental

Nothing.

Ryder, but the connection was completely severed. The silence in my head was deafening, more terrifying

I whispered, calling

her response hit me like a physical blow. I remebered last night's

I was too late. The door exploded Inward with a crash that made my cars ring, wood splinters flying across the

the doorway, their faces completely obscured by dark balaclavas and hoods.

me their build, their movement patterns, even the way they

concealment, something abo Ciliar.

themselves seemed

had been in my

first attacker's fist connected with my abdomen, driving the air from my lungs and sending waves of agony through my still-tender ribs. Before I could even double over properly,

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