Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back (Rayna Quinn) novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10: He Had Moved On

Thea’s POV

Life without Leo was unbearable. Every morning, I’d wake up reaching for him, my hands finding nothing but cold sheets. The house echoed with silence where his laughter used to be. No cartoons blaring too early in the morning. No tiny footsteps thundering down the hallway. No sweet “Mommy, I’m hungry” to start my day.

I grabbed my phone, checking the time again. Leo usually called around now, his excited chatter about beach adventures the only thing keeping me sane these days. Yesterday he’d spent twenty minutes describing a “giant” hermit crab he’d found, his voice so animated I could almost see his green eyes sparkling.

Call me as soon as you can, baby. Mommy misses you. I typed out the message, then deleted it. No need to make him worry about me when he was finally having fun.

I changed the bandages before getting ready for work. The gash from the rogue attack had started to scab over, no longer throbbing with every movement like before. Still, without a wolf’s healing abilities, the recovery was frustratingly slow.

My phone lit up with another message from Sebastian. I hadn’t seen him since the airport, but he’d sent at least fifteen texts already this week. I ignored it. They were all the same anyway – insist updates about Leo wrapped in thinly veiled commands. Make sure you answer his calls. Don’t upset him. Remember to… As if I needed reminding how to care for

my own son.

After the divorce, I’d found a teaching position at this neutral territory school, teaching

Werewolve History. The school hallways were already bustling when I arrived. I’d always loved working with young pups – they hadn’t gotten their wolf yet so they didn’t judge me

for being wolfless, didn’t look at me with that mixture of pity and disdain I got from adults. Even back when I was Luna, I spent more time volunteering at the pack school

than attending society functions.

Between classes, I was lugging a pile of books down the hall to my classroom when someone slammed right into me. Books went flying everywhere, papers raining down around us. Then I caught that pine and winter wind scent. Kane.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he says, crouching to help gather the papers. In his

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Chapter 10: He Had Moved On

police uniform, he looks like something straight out of a romance novel. Not that I’m

noticing.

“What brings you to a school?” I clutched my books tighter, very aware of my racing pulse. Could he hear it? Smell my nervousness?

His expression turns serious. “Following a lead on an underground wolfsbane trade. There’s a new synthetic version hitting the streets gives wolves a temporary power boost but makes them lose control. Dangerous stuff.”

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“Near a school?” My blood ran cold. “Wait wait, is that what they used on my father?”

“We think so,” Kane’s blue eyes darkened. “The attack patterns are too similar to be coincidence.” He paused, then his expression softened slightly. “How are you holding up

with all this?”

The genuine concern in his voice catches me off guard. I’m not used to people actually caring how I feel. “I’m fine.”

“So… a history teacher?” The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Wouldn’t have guessed

that.”

“Is that surprising?”

“Not at all. Beauty and brains – it’s a compelling combination.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Beautiful, intelligent woman who can sass me while grading papers? Why wouldn’t I?”

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