Luna Who Stopped Giving In Chapter 10

Luna Who Stopped Giving In Chapter 10

Four years later. A Boston winter, dry and bitfer. The wind off the Charles River cut across campus

like a blade.

I walked out of the lab in a long puffer jacket.

A freshly approved PhD-track offer was tucked under my arm.

Professor Blake clapped me on the shoulder.

“Amelia, your paper on quantum entanglement just got accepted by a top peer-reviewed journal”

“Start prepping your talk for the international symposium next week.”

“I will. Thank you, Professor.”

I smiled.

At the campus gate, Grandma was waiting for me in her wheelchair.

The Boston specialists had done wonders over the past few years. She had color in her cheeks again.

Laura was standing behind the chair, waving me over.

“Amelia, hurry up! Grandma Elaine says we’re making apple pie tonight.”

I jogged over and took the handles.

“Grandma, it’s freezing. You didn’t have to come out.”

“I wanted to see my Amelia sooner.”

Grandma beamed, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

We were heading home when we hit a crosswalk.

The light was red.

A black sedan with custom Blackthorn Pack license plates idled next to us.

The window was halfway down. I glanced over without thinking.

The person in the driver’s seat was Caleb.

He looked gaunt. Dark stubble covered his jaw.

He was staring at the traffic light with empty eyes.

The passenger seat was empty.

I’d heard the updates over the years. Lily had failed half her courses during sophomore year and got put on academic probation. Then the absences and rule violations stacked up, and Blackthorn Pack University expelled her.

Mom and Dad burned through most of their political capital pulling strings to get her into a lesser

Lycan college.

Marcus got caught embezzling from the Pack treasury and was stripped of his titles.

The Alpha estate that once looked so perfect had fallen apart a long time ago.

Caleb must have felt me looking. His head whipped around.

Our eyes met through the glass.

He froze.

His gaze locked onto me, and everything he’d been holding back flooded his face at once.

Shock. Regret.

And underneath it all, something that looked like grief.

He shoved his car door open before he even seemed to realize he was doing it.

His Alpha scent drifted out through the open door-once so familiar it would have stopped me cold.

Years ago, that scent alone would have brought my wolf to her knees.

Now she didn’t even lift her head.

No pull. No recognition. Nothing left.

When

you truly sever a bond, even your wolf forgets them.

A sharp honk shattered the silence.

The light turned green. Horns blared behind him.

I looked away, kept walking, and pushed Grandma across the street without missing a step.

“Amelia, was that Caleb back there?”

Grandma craned her neck to look.

“No.”

I zipped my jacket all the way up to my chin.

“You’re thinking of someone else.”

Behind us, an engine revved. A traffic cop’s whistle sliced through the air.

I didn’t look back.

The streetlights ahead flickered on, one after another, lighting the way home.

Snow was falling. A flake landed on my shoulder.

Light. And clean.