Chapter 130: The Vanished Luna
Chapter 130: The Vanished Luna
(Emma’s POV)
The cold wind at Harbor City Regional Airport cut through my jacket as I stood at the exit, scanning the pickup area for Olivia’s familiar face. Passengers streamed past me, reuniting with their families and friends, but there was no sign of my former boss.
I checked my watch again. Thirty minutes had passed since my flight landed.
This wasn’t like Olivia at all. She was always punctual, especially when it came to important matters like picking up a new team member.
I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, pressing it to my ear as the wind whipped around me. The automated voice that answered made my stomach drop.
“The number you have dialed is no longer in service.”
That was impossible. We had spoken just an hour ago through our pack communication app, finalizing the pickup details. Olivia had been excited about my arrival, eager to show me the new office space.
Something was definitely wrong.
I tried calling again, hoping it was just a network issue. The same automated message played back, cold and impersonal.
My anxiety began to spike. Olivia wouldn’t just disappear without explanation, especially not when she knew I was waiting for her.
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I opened the werewolf community messaging app on my phone, hoping to reach her through video call. The app connected, but the call went unanswered.
The familiar ringtone echoed in my ear as I waited, watching other passengers being picked up around me.
Still no response.
I tried again. And again. By the fifth attempt, my hands were shaking slightly from both cold and worry.
Forty minutes had passed since my flight landed. Olivia had promised to be here in fifteen minutes when we
last spoke.
Where could she be?
I had no other contacts in Harbor City. Moving here meant starting completely fresh, with only Olivia as my connection to this new life.
Then I remembered the name of her law firm. Moonstone Legal Partners. She had mentioned it proudly during our phone conversation, describing the renovations and new team members.
I quickly searched online for the firm’s information. The website was sleek and professional, listi neir services and contact information.
I found a landline number and dialed immediately. The phone rang and rang, but no one answered.
Of course. It was after working hours. The office would be closed.
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Desperation began to creep in as I stood alone in the airport pickup area. The crowd was thinning as mos passengers found their rides and departed.
I couldn’t just stand here forever. Something had happened to Olivia, and I needed help.
The police station seemed like my only option. I approached the airport security desk and explained my situation to the officer on duty.
“My friend was supposed to pick me up, but she’s not answering her phone,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m worried something might have happened to her.”
The officer was professional and understanding. He took down Olivia’s information and promised to contact her family.
Within an hour, I received a call from Richard Winters, Olivia’s father. His voice was tight with worry and barely controlled panic.
“Emma, this is Richard Winters. The police contacted us about Olivia. We can’t reach her either.” My heart sank. If her own family couldn’t contact her, something serious had definitely happened. “We’re calling all her friends now,” Richard continued, “Someone must know where she is.”
I could hear Natalie Winters in the background, her voice strained as she made phone calls. The fear in their voices made my own anxiety spike higher.
Meanwhile, across the city, Lily was out drinking with friends at an upscale bar when her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and saw Richard Winters‘ name.
“Hello, Uncle Richard?” she answered, slightly slurred from the alcohol.
“Lily, have you heard from Olivia today? She’s missing.”
The words sobered her instantly. “What do you mean missing?”
“She was supposed to pick up a friend at the airport but never showed up. Her phone is disconnected. We can’t find her anywhere.”
Lily’s blood ran cold. She immediately tried calling Olivia herself, but got the same automated message about the number being out of service.
“I’m calling Connor right now,” she told Richard, her voice sharp with urgency.
She hung up and immediately dialed Connor Rivers‘ number, her hands trembling slightly.
(Olivia’s POV)
The impact of the black sedan against my Glacier Blue Bentley Continental GT had been devastating. The luxury vehicle’s reinforced frame had absorbed much of the collision, but the damage was severe.
Steam rose from the crumpled hood as I struggled to regain my bearings. My werewolf healing was already working to clear the disorientation from the crash.
The first man who approached my car had been clumsy, unprepared for my resistance. I had managed to fight him off using the self–defense techniques Connor had insisted I learn.
But the second man was different. He moved with the fluid grace of a trained fighter, his strikes precise and calculated.
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Despite my werewolf strength and training, I was no match for his skill. He anticipated my moves, countering each attempt to escape with brutal efficiency
The fight was over quickly. Pain shot through my body an he overpowered me, his superior training evident in every movement.
“You’re tougher than expected,” he said, breathing only slightly harder. “But not tough enough.
He produced silver–laced restraints from his jacket, the metal gleaming ominously in the streetlight. The silver burned against my skin as he bound my hands and feet.
My werewolf strength immediately began to weaken. The silver was designed specifically to subdue our kind, making resistance nearly impossible.
He stuffed me into the back seat of their black sedan, the interior smelling of leather and something
chemical that made my nose wrinkle.
“Who are you?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me. “What do
you want?”
The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes cold and calculating. “Money, probably. Your family’s wealthy enough to pay a good ransom.”
The driver laughed, a harsh sound that made my skin crawl. “Money? You think this is about money?”
His amusement was genuinely unsettling. “Frederick Warner doesn’t need your family’s money, Miss Winters.” The name hit me like a physical blow. Frederick Warner. The man who had tried to have Connor and me killed, who had orchestrated the attack on my father.
“You’re Frederick’s men,” I said, the pieces falling into place.
“Very good,” the driver replied mockingly. “I was wondering if you’d remember our employer’s name.”
Marcus Cole, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to face me. His expression was cold and professional, like a businessman discussing a routine transaction.
“This is retaliation for what Connor Rivers has done to our organization,” he stated matter–of–factly.
I forced a laugh, though it came out strained. “Connor and I broke up publicly. Everyone knows we’re not together anymore.”
Marcus smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “His woman, who else is there but you?”
“That’s ridiculous,” I protested. “Connor Rivers is dating actress Layla Lawrence. It’s been all over the media.” ‘Layla Lawrence is Connor’s distant cousin through pack connections,” Marcus revealed casually. “The whole relationship is fake, orchestrated to protect you.”
My world tilted. “That’s impossible.
“Connor feared for your safety after the previous attempt on your life and the attack on your father, Marcus continued. “He orchestrated the public breakup and fake relationship to keep you out of harm’s way.”
The revelation hit me like a sledgehammer. Everything I thought I knew about the past few months was a lie. “Frederick has suffered significant losses due to Connor’s actions,” Marcus added. “Samuel Blackwood’s arrest, the exposure of his illegal werewolf trafficking operations. As Frederick prepares to return to
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Blackmoor Territory, he wants revenge.”
My mind reeled from the Information. Connor had been protecting me all along, and I had believed the worst
of him.
“Frederick tried multiple times to assassinate Connor, Marcus continued conversationally “But Alpha strength and pack protection make him difficult to kill.”
He turned to look at me directly, his eyes glittering with malicious satisfaction.
“So he turned to you instead. He suspected the breakup was a ruse to protect you.”
Marcus leaned back in his seat, studying my shocked expression with obvious amusement.
“Miss Winters, I don’t know whether to praise your acting skills or praise Connor Rivers for protecting you too
well.”
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