Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 294

Chapter 294: Setback Giselle's

POV

As I continued my display, crying into my hands and letting my shoulders shake with every false sob, I felt a small flicker of satisfaction.

It was working - the sympathy of the pack was turning toward me. I could hear their murmured

reassurances, feel the gentle pats on my back and shoulders as they tried to comfort me.

"It's okay, Luna. We'll find him. The warriors are searching."

"He's a strong boy, Luna, just like his father. He'll be all right."

Their words were fuel, encouraging me to keep playing my part. My tears flowed even harder, my voice breaking as I whispered,

"He's just a child... what if the rogues... what if-" I let my voice trail off, turning my face away as if I couldn't bear to finish the thought.

Then, amidst the chaos of the crowd, I heard another voice rise above the anxious murmurs - a voice that cut through the noise like a knife.

It was Vanessa, her tone sharp with rising panic. "Wait - has anyone seen Hazel?"

eyes widening with fresh alarm

passed through the gathered pack members, their attention swinging from me

moments ago now

scanned the faces around her. "I don't see her! Hazel... she was just here a moment ago. Has anyone seen her?" Her voice wavered, breaking slightly, but she wasn't the sobbing mess I had made

was clearly worried, but she kept a thread of control in her voice, as if trying to convince herself

watched her through a haze of my own panic, my breath

was genuine-I could see it in the way she wrung her hands together, the way her voice strained and

raw, unpolished, and real, unlike

moment, I found myself frozen, staring at her as if the reality of the situation hadn't quite sunk in. And then, like a crack in a dam, the realization hit me. My tears

should be missing right now

cutting off mid-breath as I turned sharply,

and for a moment, my mask slipped entirely, leaving only the raw panic that clawed

do you mean, Hazel

from my lips, sharper than I intended, barely above a whisper, as if

something fragile within matter

over the faces of the pack members, searching for any sign of my daughter. "No, that can't be

chaos, I noticed an Omega hurrying

pushed through the crowd, reaching my side with a quick, nervous glance

to slow, keeping up my performance of grief, but my eyes sharpened as

barely a whisper

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