Luna Who Broke the Line Chapter 03
The room went dead silent.
“What… what are you talking about?” My mother’s
voice, so fierce a moment ago, had dropped to a whisper.
I stared at her.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
On the way back, I’d gone over the adoption record again and again. The moon seal was real. Blackthorn
Pack Registry. No question.
But the date was wrong.
According to the registration year, I should have been four and a half. The girl in the photo was three at most.
And the name had been altered.
I’d held that corner up to the light and seen the original surname bleeding through: [Hale]
Talia Hale. She was the one who’d been adopted. Never me.
Inside me, my wolf lifted her head. Slow. Quiet. She
didn’t lunge. She just looked at the house where I’d spent fourteen years begging to belong.
My mother’s face twitched under my stare. Finally, she let out a cold laugh.
“So what if we lied? If you hadn’t been so selfish,
would we have needed to go to such lengths to teach you to share with Talia?”
She pulled Talia close. Protective. Adoring.
“When you were born, your young wolf was so weak.
The Pack healer couldn’t do anything. We went to a witch in Moonwood. She said only a fate–compatible
girl could stabilize your wolf by growing up beside you.”
“We did everything we could to bring Talia into the Grayson family. She came here for you. To save you. And you begrudge her a few small things?”
I listened. The absurdity of it almost made me laugh.
Talia had been brought here to save me. And in the
end, they poured all their love into the one they’d brought back and forgot I was the one who needed
saving in the first place.
My father and Callum stepped forward. Cold. Hard.
“Apologize to Talia.”
“Or you’re no daughter of ours,”
“And no sister of mine.”
Three of them. United. Righteous.
That last fragile thread of hope for family snapped.
I was their blood. And they had no room for me at all.
“Don’t bother.”
I walked into my room. Dragged the dust–covered suitcase from under my bed. Packed everything that
belonged to me.
It didn’t take long. Over fourteen years, I’d learned to own very little.
A narrow bed. Some old clothes. A few books with worn
covers. And tucked between those pages, the admission letter from Silver Coast University.
I zipped the suitcase and walked out of Grayson estate without looking back.
Behind me, my parents‘ and Callum’s curses scattered on the wind.
“She’s lost her mind. Running away from home!”
“We never should have spoiled her like this.”
In the past, those words would’ve sent me running back. Apologizing. Begging,
Now I felt nothing but release.
The moment I crossed out of Blackthorn Pack territory, my wolf didn’t turn around.
She just breathed in the wind from the southern territory and kept walking.