Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 293: Performance Giselle's POV

A sudden commotion broke through the steady hum of the party, shattering the illusion of celebration.

I turned, my heart skipping a beat, and saw one of the pack warriors sprinting toward us, his face pale with urgency.

Guests stopped mid-laugh, mid-conversation, their expressions shifting from joy to alarm as he burst into the center of the gathering.

"Rogues! There's been an attack!" he shouted, his voice ringing out across the clearing. "Everyone needs to gather around and stay put until we can secure the area! Pack guards, take your positions!" Instantly, the mood shifted, fear crackling through the air like electricity.

Guests began to murmur in panic, looking to the edges of the pack grounds, as if they might see the threat lurking beyond the trees.

Parents clutched their children closer, and people crowded together, seeking comfort in proximity. The guards moved quickly, forming a protective line around us, their faces grim with determination.

My heart pounded in my chest, panic flaring in my own veins. This wasn't part of the plan. Ryker is out in the woods away from safety and on top of it all, there is a rogue attack!

I pulled myself together. I couldn't afford to let anyone see my uncertainty, my fear. I forced myself to take a steadying breath, reminding myself of the part I had to play.

The perfect Luna wouldn't cower, wouldn't show a crack in her facade. I could still turn this to my advantage. All I had to do was shift the focus back to my original plan.

Whether Ryker is safe or not, I just had to pin everything on Astrid. If Ryker dies, Astrid and Killian would

have to take care of someone that is not my

eyes darting nervously to

show plainly on my face, and clutched my chest as if in a sudden, desperate

rose into a frantic, hysterical pitch, cutting through the crowd's murmurs like a

trembling as I clutched the fabric of my dress. "Where is my

mirroring my own, and I

spun in circles,

out, filling the space between us with a mother's

I cried out, my voice breaking. "He - he was right here, and now he's gone!

was truly missing, the tension tightened like a

their expressions shifted from confusion to panic, their

calling out Ryker's name, the sound tinged

fear, the uncertainty — and it all

guards, my face a mask of frantic desperation, and tried to push

into it. "I need to find my son! Ryker needs me -

in a

are out there, and we're under orders

a child! He's out there alone-he could be hurt! I can't just stand here