The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 351

**TITLE: The Perfect 351**

**Chapter 351**

I pressed my lips together in frustration, my eyes scanning the ground as I continued my search. “It could literally be buried anywhere,” I muttered under my breath. “We should have brought a shovel.”

My mother’s audible sigh floated through the air, a clear indication that she shared my sentiment.

As we trudged on, something began to stir within me—a recognition that ran deeper than mere familiarity. It wasn’t just the house I had grown up in, or the front lawn I had walked across countless times. No, this was something more profound, something that tugged at the very fabric of my memories.

I found myself lost in thoughts of my childhood, recalling sun-drenched afternoons spent playing in these very woods. Those were the days when my father and Margaret had not yet confined me to the indoors, insisting I engage in more “ladylike” activities. I remembered the loneliness that often accompanied those long days, the absence of playmates driving me to seek solace in nature.

The forest behind the house was my sanctuary—a small clearing that felt like my own secret world. I would slip through a narrow tunnel formed by overgrown bushes, a passageway that I imagined deer might use to find refuge at night.

It seemed a bit absurd, but honestly, it was better than the alternative. If Margaret’s journal had indeed mentioned that the artifacts’ power was amplified by their connection to me, perhaps that was the reason I felt an unshakeable pull towards this place in the first place.

I waved my mother closer, gesturing for her to follow as I began to navigate the familiar terrain. The details had faded over time, but I could still picture the grand oak tree I would pass, its gnarled branches reaching out like welcoming arms. After that, there was a small stream—now a mere memory, dried up but still faintly visible—and finally, a massive boulder, its surface cloaked in a thick layer of moss.

“Here,” I said, crouching down beside the underbrush. To my relief, the little tunnel was still there, a testament to the passage of time. It seemed that animals continued to use it, even now. Dropping to my hands and knees, I squeezed through the tunnel with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia.

As we emerged into the clearing, a doe and her two fawns startled awake, their eyes wide with fear. In an instant, they bounded away into the shadows, silent as whispers.

“What is this place?” Lilith asked, her brow knitting in confusion as I helped her to her feet.

“I used to play here when I was little,” I replied, brushing off the dirt from my clothes and taking in the surroundings. “I thought it might lead us somewhere important…”

“There you are!”

Before we could descend, Alexander burst forth from the woods, his green eyes blazing like wildfires consuming everything in their path. He had followed us, and his fury was palpable. He stormed toward us, his fangs partially extended, radiating anger.

“You sneaks! You liars—”

Lilith stepped protectively in front of me, her arms outstretched as if to shield me from his wrath. “You don’t understand what you’re getting in the way of, Alexander. Just give us a moment, and we promise we’ll explain everything.”

“No. I’m done giving you time.” Alexander straightened his shoulders, fixing us both with a steely gaze. “It’s clear that neither of you can be trusted. I don’t know what you’re up to, but it ends now—before you can harm my son. Stella, Lilith… I banish—”

“Alexander!” I surged forward, gripping his shirt tightly in both fists, desperation coursing through me. “I’m Ella!”