Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79

The drive to Maelor’s secluded cottage took nearly an hour, winding through the densest part of Moonshade territory. Unlike most pack residences with their modern designs, Maelor lived in an ancient stone structure nestled between three silver birch trees.

“I don’t like this place,” I muttered as we approached the weathered door.

“Nobody does,” Alaric replied, “but he’s the only one who might understand what’s happening with

your scar.”

The door swung open before we could knock. Maelor Silvervein stood in the entrance–tall and lean, with silver–white hair despite appearing no older than forty. The most unnerving feature were his eyes–pale blue with rippling silver that seemed to flow like liquid moonlight.

“I’ve been expecting you, daughter of Ravencroft,” he said, voice like water over smooth stones. “And you, Alpha Alaric.”

We followed him into a circular room dominated by stone chairs arranged around a central firepit. Ancient runes of the moon phases were carved into each seat. I sat cautiously, feeling the cold stone

through my jeans.

“I cannot fully understand why the scar on your arm has suddenly become visible,” Maelor began without preliminaries. “It seems your purple wolf Astrid no longer conceals it.”

“Does this mean if her purple wolf wanted to, she could reveal every scar that’s been hidden on her body all these years?” Alaric asked, leaning forward.

“Not quite so simple,” the Moon Shadow Messenger replied. “But I believe the near–death experience at the cliff’s edge caused a temporary loss of control. Death’s fear momentarily scattered her ability

to hide the mark.”

“Really? How did she regain this ability before?” Alaric pressed.

“The proximity of her true mate. An Alpha mate’s presence stabilizes her every fear.” Maelor’s silver eyes seemed to see through me. “The Moon Goddess wove your souls together, and even though you’ve tried to separate, that bond remains.”

I swallowed hard, remembering the moment I saw Tristan racing toward my car. How Astrid had immediately calmed, feeling safe because her true mate had come to rescue us. The realization stung -that despite everything, some primal part of me still recognized him as my protector.

“She has no mate,” Alaric’s voice dropped dangerously. “This makes no sense. Give her another solution to maintain her abilities under all circumstances. She’s a strong woman. I don’t want her experiencing anything like this again.”

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Chapter 79

“She possesses qualities others do not,” Maelor continued, unperturbed by Alaric’s tone. She has a very special ability to conceal past wounds and find paths toward the future. She is the key figure mentioned in the ancient prophecy. Since childhood, her wounds would heal and leave scars Invisible to ordinary eyes, yet you could see them, Alpha Alaric. Since you were a pup, you’ve had the ability to see them. That’s proof of the blood connection between siblings.”

I reached for Alaric’s hand, remembering the day he found me at the forest border. He’d seen my scars–marks that had remained invisible to everyone else. He squeezed my hand back, a silent promise to find a solution for the problem of my now–visible right arm scar.

“Stop talking in circles. Do something about this scar on her arm,” Alaric demanded, impatience edging into his voice.

“I’m not all–powerful. But I know this is a pivotal scar for your sister, an anchor connecting her repeatedly to her past. It’s remained invisible to others all these years, but she herself never forgot. Now it’s visible to everyone, a constant reminder of past choices and ties.”

“Are you suggesting she committed some wrong and must forever bear this scar as punishment?”

Alaric’s brow furrowed.

“I see the Ravencroft family is very protective of their recovered princess. But the Moon Goddess has her own designs, Alpha. Sometimes what we seek to escape returns to us as destiny. Sometimes the connections we refuse to accept are exactly what we need most.”

“Enough with the cryptic prophecies, Maelor,” Alaric warned.

“Alpha Alaric, your sister understands my words. She can give you the true answers.” The messenger replied calmly.

I stood abruptly, my head swimming slightly. The messenger’s cryptic words swirled in my mind, making my stomach clench. Was he suggesting what I thought he was? That I needed to reconnect with Tristan? Accept our mate bond again?

No fucking way.

The very thought made my blood run cold. After everything Tristan had put me through, after the years of building a new life for myself and my children, this mystical old wolf had the audacity to hint that destiny wanted us back together?

“We should go. I don’t feel well here,” I managed, feeling genuinely breathless. The elder’s words seemed to press against my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. I had no answers to give Alaric because I didn’t fully understand it myself. All I knew was that returning to Tristan was not an option I would ever consider–prophecy or no prophecy.

Alaric was immediately at my side, supporting my still–weakened body as we made our way back to the car. We drove in silence for several minutes before he finally spoke.

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