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?"

immediate. Heads turned, eyes widening with fresh alarm

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

concern that had been centered on Ryker only moments ago now divided, doubling the sense of unease

crowd, her face pale, her eyes wide as she 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 myself

kept a thread of control in her voice, as if trying to

panic, my breath

way she wrung her hands together, the way her voice strained and

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

a crack in a dam, the realization hit me. My tears abruptly stopped, and I blinked, my mind whirling with a new and unexpected fear. Hazel?

person who should be missing right

hands from my face, the sobs cutting off mid-breath as I turned sharply, scanning the crowd with a

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

do you mean,

intended, barely above a whisper, as if the

something fragile within matter

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

an Omega hurrying toward me, his expression

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

forced my breathing to slow, keeping up my performance of grief, but my

Omega leaned down, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke

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