The Silent Luna's Trial (Maple and Finn) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 8

For weeks, I had remained oblivious to the turmoil raging within the White Moon Pack. Since the day I walked away, I had taken my daughters far away to Cindale—a place where the sun’s warmth never faded, where cold winters were nothing but a distant memory. It was a sanctuary where my little snowflakes would never have to shiver or fear the biting chill again.

A calm, comforting peace had wrapped itself around me like a soft, familiar blanket for an entire month.

But today, as I was carefully dusting and polishing the frames that held my daughters’ photographs—each image a frozen moment of innocence and love—a sudden, sharp knock shattered the quiet stillness of my home.

I hesitated for a moment before opening the door. And there, standing on my porch, was Blake Wilder—the Alpha of the White Moon Pack—his presence as heavy as the storm clouds I’d hoped to leave behind. Without warning, he dropped to his knees before me.

“Lena,” his voice cracked with a raw, desperate edge. “I’ve come to bring you and the girls back home.”

My hand instinctively moved toward the door, ready to slam it shut in his face. But before I could, his palm shot out, stopping the door mid-swing.

“Please,” he pleaded, his eyes searching mine. “Just hear me out.”

My grip on the doorknob tightened until my knuckles turned white. “There’s nothing left to say,” I whispered, my voice brittle with pain.

He seemed to sense my hesitation and straightened his back, trying to appear strong. “I’m not walking away without you. Those bond-breaking papers—I never signed them. You’re still my Luna. Come home.”

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