The Vengeance of the Rebirth Blind Luna

Isabella’s POV ~

I screamed, pushing with all my might, and finally, I heard the shrill cry that brought a tear to my eye.

“She’s a girl, Luna. Congratulations,” the midwife chirped, her smile radiant. Exhaustion weighed on me from the hours of labor, but I still wanted to hold my daughter in my arms.

I motioned for her to be handed to me, and when I finally cradled her, I saw her angelic face, so much like mine—my nose, my eyes, my eyebrows. My heart swelled with joy, and I couldn’t stop staring at her, even as the midwife raised an eyebrow, waiting to take her for a wash. I wasn’t ready to let her go.

I looked around, wondering why Alpha Neil hadn’t rushed in. He’d been by my side all night, reaching out through the mate bond, comforting me, pleading to bear the pain for me. He was such a loving husband and a strong Alpha for the Night Growlers Pack. I grinned, whispering to my baby, “You’re going to have the best father and be loved by everyone.”

I finally handed my daughter to the midwife, who wrapped her gently and took her away to be cleaned. I thought about resting until Neil returned. He should have known through our bond that she was born, so why hadn’t he come?

“Neil, where are you?” I reached out through the mate bond, but there was no response. I couldn’t feel him at all. Panic gnawed at me. Something wasn’t right. He had been with me all night, and now that our daughter was here, I couldn’t reach him.

“Neil?”, I called out from the mindlink yet no response, this has never happened before. He doesn’t shove me from mind linking or shutting himself out. It might be I was thinking too much, I shrugged in my mind but the unrest feeling in my mind and the knots in my stomach refused to go and I was tossing in bed unable to sleep.

“Belle, can you track him?” I asked my wolf, anxiety creeping into my voice.

“I can’t reach Norton either,” Belle replied, her voice tinged with concern. “But don’t worry, everything is fine. Congratulations, we have a pup!” she added, trying to lift my spirits.

But the unease wouldn’t go away. “Something urgent must have come up,” Belle suggested, but I wasn’t convinced. I felt too weak to stand, but my heart was restless.

The midwife suddenly burst back into the room, holding my daughter in her arms, tears streaming down her face. She grabbed a shawl and a cot, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Run, Luna! Run, they’re coming for her!” she cried, her voice trembling as she tried to pull me out of bed. My mind went numb. I clutched my baby tightly, trying to process what was happening.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice shaking, fear tightening its grip on my heart.

“She’s… cursed. They’re talking about… killing her. I heard them,” she stuttered, her sobs choking her words. The word “killing” hit me like a punch to the gut. I backed away in fear, shaking my head. “No,” I screamed, refusing to believe it shaking my head.

“You misheard, they won’t be talking about my pup”, I replied in a breathy voice, my voice caught in my throat trying to process the fuck she’s going on about.

“Luna, you need to save her! Save yourself!” she urged, leading me to the back entrance. My adrenaline kicked in as I followed her, clutching my daughter to my chest. My thoughts raced: “Who are they? What do they want with my baby?” “Is there a war?” I tried to mind-link Neil again, but still nothing.