All Chapters of The Luna's Last Rebirth: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

***Laney POV***No one has been permitted to ask Falcon a single question the entire ride. Ok, that’s not completely true. We could ask. But after about fifteen minutes of zero answered questions, we quickly learned that Falcon, over thousands of years, has perfected selective hearing. After eating his pink waffles, which I ordered him as a joke, he completely shut down. In the now four–maybe five? Days I have known him, I’ve seen all sorts of his moods. Silence, however, is new, and it seems to bother me the most. When we walked out of the restaurant, there had been a damn nice forest-green Range Rover sitting out front. He climbed in as if it was waiting for us and started the car with a set of keys. There was no way he had just stolen the keys from someone in the diner because we were the only customers. So where did the damn thing come from?I asked. He stared at me, then he revved the engine. We all climbed in, Rome and Monty much less annoyed than me, but the two of them claime

As night falls, I set Monty and the girls up in one of the partially dismantled houses left. It’s not much of a place to camp, but with the emotional strain of the day and my needing to still search the area, it will work for now. If not for Rome’s angry eyes, I might have stayed with Laney a little longer. This may be the only time I am grateful for Rome keeping me from trying to get closer to Laney. I have already lost my senses and kissed her on two separate occasions and in those whimsical moments, I couldn’t care less about my mission or my mate. I can’t afford to have those thoughts. This is no longer just about me and my future mate. This is about the werewolf world I have helped to keep afloat since the beginning. The people, the packs that have relied on me and my guidance.In trying to find something to occupy my time whilst waiting for the next reincarnation, I have found a genuine reason to exist. Do we really need The Luna reincarnate to unite us if she is equally just a

Falcon sits silently next to me, his muscular jean-clad thigh pressing against mine as he stares at the brick walls of the dismantled home we are staying in. It feels weird being alone with him now that we have kissed a few times. The first time I couldn’t help but kiss him after his kind words washed over me. The second time, however, was all him coming to me. And now here we are, awkwardly sitting in uncomfortable silence. “So…” I offer. Grabbing a stick from my side and breaking it into tiny pieces. “What?” He asks.“That’s pretty crazy about vampires, huh?”I mentally slap myself. When did it become so uncomfortable to be around him? I have always been so comfortable and safe around him, but now I sit nervously like a girl waiting to hear if the guy she likes is crushing on her too. The best part? I know he is at least attracted to me. I mean, why else would he kiss me?“Are you making small talk?” He asks, turning his head to face me.“Maybe?” I smile weakly. “It just feels awk

***Falcon POV***I’ve never really been an anxious person, but this fucking shit is testing me. Every day we don’t find the dagger is one day closer to her, gaining her previous lives memory. That is not something that can happen before I can do what is necessary. I would love to think that my need to complete my mission might be the only reason for my growing anxiousness, but it’s not. It’s Laney and the thought of her and how she would handle finding out what my actual mission is and what her knowing would do to me.I care too much about her and her opinion of me. I crave her touch, her lips, and the way her silky hair slips through my fingers. The very thought of losing that drives me to the brink of madness. No matter what happens, I will lose her. I don’t have a fucking choice in the matter. Yet I despise myself for it. I am going to kill her. I have to, for the werewolves, I have spent decades helping to line up so they can protect themselves and stay afloat without the Luna t

***Laney POV***I stopped struggling after seeing Rome’s lifeless body on the ground. The silence from her in our strange sisterly bond was deafening. I don’t know enough about werewolves to understand our healing abilities, but I know human injuries and the injuries Rome sustained… Those would be more than sufficient to kill any human.“Eagon!” I can hear Monty screaming his brother’s name in fury and my heart breaks. Instead of taking care of his mate, my sister, he left her to come for me. This promise, or predetermined guardianship he has for me, is such shit. He should be with Rome, not here trying to save me. I stumble along trying to catch my footing so I’m not being dragged, which makes Eagon tug at me roughly. “Stop fighting me!” He growls. The dumbass has no idea that I’m not. The wolf in my head paces around angrily, cursing me for my giving up when I should be fighting. I am not to be a coward or a quitter; I am to be the Luna that saves us, yet I refuse to save myself.