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 as people began to

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

been centered on Ryker only moments ago now divided,

scanned the faces around her. "I don't see her! Hazel... she was just here a moment ago. Has anyone seen her?" Her voice

thread of control in her voice, as if trying to convince herself that

my own panic, my breath catching as I struggled to maintain my

genuine-I could see it in the way she wrung her hands together, the way her voice strained and broke as she called out Hazel's

fear was raw, unpolished, and real, unlike the performance I'd been

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 abruptly stopped, and

person who should be missing right

the sobs cutting off mid-breath as I turned sharply, scanning the crowd with a sense

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

do you mean, Hazel

lips, sharper than I intended, barely

something fragile within matter

the pack members, searching for

noticed an Omega hurrying toward me, his expression tight with

side with a quick, nervous glance at

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

his voice barely a whisper

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