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She tilted her head meeting his gaze. "And what about you?" Her voice was quiet but firm. "Why do you even need me?"
Dominic turned, his hand brushing against her cheek holding her face like it was the most important thing in the world. "I need you for everything," he said, no hesitation in his tone.
Oh moon. I’m in love with her.
Under the faint glow of the stars, Luna's eyes sparkled, the weight of his words sinking in. She leaned into his palm, her hand resting over his as if grounding herself.
"I’m still scared," she admitted. "Scared of trusting all this. Scared of trusting you."
"I understand," Dominic said. "I've done plenty to make you doubt me. But I swear to you, I'll work every single day to prove your trust is worth it. If you'll let me."
Luna stared at him, her gaze searching his face as if trying to catch any hint of dishonesty; but she must have seen his sincerity, and gave a small nod.
"One day at a time," she echoed his earlier words.
Dominic's smile broke through, a genuine one that softened his stern face. Luna's lips lifted too, her own smile lighting up her features.
Above them, the stars stood silent in the sky, bearing witness to the quiet beginning of something new amid the weight of old mistakes.
Chapter 22 - Luna
Luna’s stomach twisted as she stared at the small orb glowing in her hand. Its soft blue light throbbed in a rhythm that confirmed what she had been dreading for days.
Pregnant.
The spell didn’t lie. Magic this simple and primal couldn’t make mistakes.
She extinguished the light with a sharp motion of her wrist, then sat on the edge of the bed. Her fingers dug into the thick comforter as if holding onto it could steady her. Morning sunlight leaked through the open curtains, catching tiny specks of dust drifting in the air.
She was carrying a child.
Dominic’s child.
She had been sick for weeks. Nausea came and went, hitting hardest in the mornings. At first, she thought it was just the toll of recent stresses—running from the Hunter Organization, getting back to the Silverlight Valley Pack, and bracing for Xavier's attack.
But she couldn’t lie to herself anymore.
Her hands rested on her stomach, still flat under the loose gray shirt she wore. There were no signs yet, but something was already happening inside her. A small life—a piece of her, and a piece of him—was growing every day.
He’s going to reject me again.
Luna got up and started pacing the room.
This changes everything.
A sob stuck in her throat as emotions pushed and pulled at her. She felt joy. Not just any joy, but the kind she had always pictured with having the family she had dreamed about. Then came the fear, sharp and sudden, because bringing a child into a world where demons hunted them felt dangerous—almost reckless.
Beneath it all, doubt crept in. What if Dominic didn’t see this as a blessing? What if he thought of it as just one more weight to carry? He cared about her—she knew that—but did he want to be a father?
Luna drew in a deep breath and stood tall. She wasn’t an outcast anymore; she needed to stop thinking like one.
She was a witch now, strong in ways she couldn’t have imagined before. No matter what Dominic felt or what happened, she would guard this baby with everything she had in her.
I need to step outside. Clear my head.
The hallway outside her room stayed silent. All the pack members were caught up in their morning tasks. Luna walked downstairs and paused in the kitchen to grab an apple. It was one of the few things she could eat. She slipped out quietly through the back door of the pack house.
The fresh autumn air filled her lungs. It smelled of pine from the thick forest nearby. The pack's land stretched out for miles in every direction. Magical barriers now guarded it, ones she had played a role in creating. She bit into the apple and felt relieved her stomach handled it without issue.
