The Silent Luna's Trial (Maple and Finn) novel Chapter 24

Blair’s POV

I’d been living on this island for a few months now.

Aside from the occasional supply boat that docked with fresh goods, it was completely cut off

from the rest of the world.

My only companions were the salty sea breeze and the seabirds that sometimes skimmed past my

window.

Was it lonely? Maybe, in the beginning. But as time dragged on, I’d gotten used to it. Life alone

had turned out to be strangely peaceful—maybe even comforting in its own quiet way.

Back when I first arrived, I used to lie awake at night, haunted by everything that had happened between the two packs. My chest would ache in the dark, the pain always creeping in just before

sleep.

But as time went on, those memories sank deep–like stones tossed into the ocean, vanishing

beneath the waves.

I no longer wanted to look back.

Everything tied to the packs… to Christian… felt like a dream from a past life, so far gone even the

colors of it had started to fade.

This morning, I checked the hurricane alert on my phone like I always did–just routine.

I made sure the windows and doors were secure, then curled up indoors and waited for the storm

to pass.

A few hours later, to my surprise, the sun broke through the clouds. A rare clear day.

I stood in front of my cabin, gazing out at the deep, endless blue of the sea. Something inside me

stirred–a sudden urge to take a walk.

This ocean was a kind of blue I’d never seen before. Vast. Pure. As if it stretched all the way to the

edge of the world.

Sometimes, I thought… maybe living like this, away from everything, wasn’t such a bad thing

after all.

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I strolled slowly down the beach, the sea breeze brushing against my face. Then, in the distance, something caught my eye–a faint silhouette.

The scent on him was unfamiliar, which immediately put me on guard. But the way he lay there, barely breathing, made me walk closer without thinking.

I approached—It was a man, curled up on the sand, completely soaked. The area beneath him was

stained red with blood.

Had the storm washed him ashore last night?

I knelt down, about to check his pulse, when he stirred. A weak voice escaped his lips.

“Help… me…”

I hesitated for a second. Then, against better judgment, I brought him back to my home.

He slept deeply. I cleaned his wounds and gave him some medicine. When he finally opened his

eyes again, it wasn’t the ocean or a hospital ceiling he saw–it was the roof of my home.

He tried to sit up, but I quickly held him down. “Don’t move. Your injuries aren’t healed yet. If

those wounds split open again, I’m not saving your ass a second time.”

He stared at me, surprised. My voice wasn’t exactly warm, but my hands had been gentle.

I handed him the medicine. “Here. Take it.

“What is it?” he asked, eyeing the pills warily.

I frowned slightly. “You’ve got a fever and the wounds are infected. Take it or don’t—up to you.”

He didn’t argue, just swallowed them all.

“Thanks for saving me,” he said. “I’m Cassian.”

I took his empty cup. “Can you contact your family? Have someone come pick you up?”

He shook his head and explained that he’d come to visit a nearby pack on a covert mission, but they were ambushed. His warriors were dead, even his beta–all of them.

Injured and thrown into the sea, he’d only survived because last night’s storm washed him ashore

here.

The mission was highly classified, known to very few, which made him suspect it was an inside

job.

When he said this, his tone was so cold and detached it sent a chill down my spine.

“No one knows I’m here. Can I stay… just for a while? Until I recover.”

I looked at him, already knowing my answer. ‘No‘ rose to my lips… but in the end, I swallowed it.

“Fine. But once you’re healed, you leave. I don’t keep people here.”

One afternoon, I was sitting by the floor–to–ceiling window, painting.

I painted the sea.

Outside, the sky was clear, a perfect blue stretching into the horizon. But on my canvas… it was all

shadows and chaos. I didn’t know why. I thought I’d let go of all the pain, buried it deep, but no

matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t paint the sunlight.

Cassian walked over and stood behind me, silent for a few moments.

Then he asked, “Are you… not happy?”

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