Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 293: Performance Giselle's POV A sudden commotion broke through the steady hum of the party, shattering the illusion of celebration.

I turned, my heart skipping a beat, and saw one of the pack warriors sprinting toward us, his face pale with urgency.

Guests stopped mid-laugh, mid-conversation, their expressions shifting from joy to alarm as he burst into the center of the gathering.

"Rogues! There's been an attack!" he shouted, his voice ringing out across the clearing. "Everyone needs to gather around and stay put until we can secure the area! Pack guards, take your positions!" Instantly, the mood shifted, fear crackling through the air like electricity.

Guests began to murmur in panic, looking to the edges of the pack grounds, as if they might see the threat lurking beyond the trees.

Parents clutched their children closer, and people crowded together, seeking comfort in proximity. The guards moved quickly, forming a protective line around us, their faces grim with determination.

My heart pounded in my chest, panic flaring in my own veins. This wasn't part of the plan. Ryker is out in the woods away from safety and on top of it all, there is a rogue attack! I pulled myself together. I couldn't afford to let anyone see my uncertainty, my fear. I forced myself to take a steadying breath, reminding myself of the part I had to play.

The perfect Luna wouldn't cower, wouldn't show a crack in her facade. I could still turn this to my advantage. All I had to do was shift the focus back to my original plan.

Whether Ryker is safe or not, I just had to pin everything on Astrid. If Ryker dies, Astrid and Killian would be beyond irreparable and I wouldn't have to take care of someone that is not my blood.

As the guests clustered together, their eyes darting nervously to the shadows, I made my move.

I widened my eyes, letting the fear show plainly on my face, and clutched my chest as if in a sudden, desperate realization.

My voice rose into a frantic, hysterical pitch, cutting through the crowd's murmurs like a knife.

"Ryker!" I screamed, my hands trembling as I clutched the fabric of my dress. "Where is my son? Has anyone seen Ryker?!" Heads turned toward me, expressions of shock and concern mirroring my own, and I saw the fear spread like wildfire.

I let my panic bubble over, tears welling in my eyes as I spun in circles, looking around as if expecting to see him among the crowd.

The hysteria in my voice rang out, filling the space between us with a mother's desperation.

"Please! Someone - he's missing! Where is Ryker?" I cried out, my voice breaking. "He - he was right here, and now he's gone! Oh, godess, no, not my boy!" As the realization spread through the crowd that Ryker was truly missing, the tension tightened like a noose around their necks.

I watched as their expressions shifted from confusion to panic, their eyes scanning the area, hoping to catch sight of my son.

Their voices rose, calling out Ryker's name, the sound tinged with desperation.

It was everything I'd hoped for the chaos, the fear, the uncertainty — and it all swirled aroundlike a storm I had unleashed. This was my moment.

I turned to the pack guards, my face a mask of frantic desperation, and tried to push my way through them, stumbling as I made my way towards the exit.

"Letthrough!" I cried, my voice raw with the desperation I forced into it. "I need to find my son! Ryker needsI have to go to him!" One of the guards stepped forward, his face set in a stern expression as he blocked my path with a firm hand. "Luna, you can't go out there," he said, his tone steady but unyielding. "It's too dangerous. The rogues are out there, and we're under orders from the Alpha. No one is to eave the grounds." en I shoved against him, clawing at his arm, my breath coming in gasps. "Please, he's just a child! He's out there alone-he could be hurt! I can't just stand here and do nothing t forced my voice to crack, letting tears spill down my cheeks, knowing that every eye was on me,

But the guard's grip tightened, his expression unwavering. "We understand, Luna, but it's aùrjob to ko, but keep you safe! Alpha Killian's orders were clear - no one leaves the gathering. We're sending men to look for Ryker right now, but you must stay inside where it's safe." I knew I couldn't push any further without drawing unwanted suspicion. So I let myself go limp in his hold, collapsing against him, my legs giving out as I sobbed uncontrollably.

"Please... my baby... I just want my son back," I wailed, my voice cracking as I let hot tears stream down my face. The sound of my sobs echoed through the crowd, drawing sympathetic glances from pack members nearby. People began to murmur, their eyes softening as they took in the sight ofa mother, seemingly broken with worry for her lost child.

I could feel the shift in the air, the concern that rippled through them. Just as I'd hoped, they were starting to believe my anguish, starting to pity me.

They gathered closer, offering words of comfort that barely registered through my feigned hysteria. it's going to be all right, Luna," someone murmured, placing a hand on my shoulder. "We'll find him. The warriors are strong-they'll bring him back safely."

I let out another shuddering sob, hiding my face behind my hands. Inside, I felt a flicker of satisfaction. This would all be worth it if it meant Astrid would be blamed. They would seeas the devastated mother, and her as the twisted woman who had taken revenge by putting my son in danger.