Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 294

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?”

The shift in the air was immediate. Heads turned, eyes widening with fresh alarm as people began to murmur again, this time with a different kind of urgency.

A ripple of confusion passed through the gathered pack members, their attention swinging from me to Vanessa.

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

Vanessa pushed through the 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 out to be.

She was clearly worried, but she kept a thread of control in her voice, as if trying to convince herself that this wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

I watched her through a haze of my own panic, my breath catching as I struggled to maintain my composure.

Vanessa’s concern was genuine—I could see it in the way she wrung her hands together, the way her voice strained and broke as she called out Hazel’s name.

Her fear was raw, unpolished, and real, unlike the performance I’d been putting on.

For a moment, I found myself frozen, staring at her as if the reality of the situation hadn’t quite sunk in.

And then, like 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? Missing?