The Luna Who Forgot Her Pack Chapter 03

The Luna Who Forgot Her Pack Chapter 03

Ethan’s laugh was icy cold. “Elara, go to your room. Let’s see how long you can keep this up.”

“You like pretending you don’t remember anything? Fine. You stay right here until you remember exactly who you are.

Then we’ll talk about you leaving.”

He walked past me with the little girl, his voice dropping to a threatening low. “Then we’ll see if you still want to leave.”

The spacious living room suddenly felt empty and unsettling.

Grace heard me say ‘your family.” covered her mouth, and ran off.

Soon, the sound of a man and a child gently comforting her drifted from a room at the end of the hall.

I wandered alone. On a display shelf stood a photo of the three of them, smiling brightly in front of a theme park’s

dazzling fireworks.

Grace leaned into Ethan, and Scarlett looked up at them with pure, radiant joy in her eyes. Next to it were Grace’s trophies, matching mugs, and a drawing titled “My Mom.”

The childish handwriting beside it was clear: My mom is Grace. She is pretty and strong.

I looked at each item, a dull ache in my chest steadily growing worse.

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When I saw a photo of just Ethan and Grace, the ache turned into a sharp, stabbing pain that nearly doubled me over.

The front door clicked open. An elderly woman walked in, her arms full of groceries.

She saw my pale, sweaty face, set the bags down, and hurried over. “Luna! You’re back! Oh, you’re soaked Come let’s sit

you down.”

My cold hand gripped her arm. “I’m fine. Can you…. take me to my room? I don’t know which one is mine.”

Under her wary gaze, I forced a smile. “The doctor said I have amnesia. I don’t remember a lot of things”

She led me to a door at the end of the hall. When she pushed it open, a wave of damp dust hit me. making me cough The woman, whose name I later learned was Mrs. Davis, looked pained almost embarrassed by the room’s barten state

But she said nothing, just whispered softly as she closed the door, “Maybe it’s better that way.

I stumbled to the narrow wooden bed. The old wood creaked in protest. Only then did I register what Mrs Davis had called me: Luna. But shouldn’t that be Grace’s title?

My thoughts were chaos.

Looking around the empty room, my eyes landed on a discarded pen on the desk.

It was my father’s pen. I never left home without it. Its presence here meant this was undeniably my space.

But why was I living in this house like a ghost? Did I have no home of my own?

Clenching my jaw against a sudden, sharp headache. I walked to the desk. In the drawer, I found my diary. And a ring, A ring identical to the one on Ethan’s left hand.

My fingers cold, I pulled out the diary. Tucked neatly inside the front cover was a document.

[Separation of Bonds Agreement.]

[Petitioner: Ethan Thorne. Respondent: Elara Winters.]