Avenging Luna
Chapter 114: Sanctuary

Chapter 114: Sanctuary

Leila POV:

As the car sped along the winding road, I held Ash close, feeling the world pass in a blur outside the window. I didn’t know who this woman was or why she had agreed to help a complete stranger in the middle of the night, but I was grateful beyond words. Ash lay quiet against me, his tiny breaths warm against my chest, his trust in me like a steady anchor.

The woman in the front seat glanced back at me, her expression kind, though tinged with worry. "We’ll be in town soon. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but you’re safe now," she said softly, offering me a faint smile. "I’m Lucy, by the way. Do you have family or a place to go?"

I hesitated, the story forming quickly in my mind. "No. I don’t... I was running from—well, an abusive husband," I said, the words slipping out in a mixture of truth and misdirection. I suppose that’s what humans might call a mate who hurt them. Her expression softened immediately, and I saw her hands grip the wheel tightly as she nodded.

"I understand," she said, and the compassion in her voice felt like a balm I didn’t realize I needed. "I’m so sorry. I know it’s hard to trust someone, especially after going through something like that. But if you need somewhere to stay... I have a spare room. Just until you find your footing. You don’t need to decide now," she added quickly, as though sensing my hesitation. "But the offer’s there."

I stared at her, feeling a strange mix of relief and suspicion. Humans had always seemed so straightforward, so unburdened by the intricacies of pack dynamics, and yet here this woman was, willing to take in a stranger she’d found wandering along a road in the dead of night. I glanced down at Ash, his tiny face serene as he slept, and my heart clenched. I had to protect him above all else. But right now, I didn’t have many options, and we both needed a safe place, even if just for the night.

"Thank you, Lucy," I murmured, feeling my voice waver despite myself. "I—I don’t know where to go."

Lucy smiled again, her gaze soft and understanding. "No worries. Just rest tonight, and we can figure things out in the morning."

As the first lights of town appeared on the horizon, I felt a strange sense of comfort, a quietness I hadn’t known in weeks. Human towns were simple, easy to navigate, free of the suffocating obligations of pack life. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to stay here, at least until I could decide my next move.

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Lucy’s house was a modest but charming place on the outskirts of town. As she led us inside, I noticed the cozy furnishings and warm decor—family photos on the walls, colorful throw blankets on the sofa, and a faint scent of lavender in the air. It was strange, feeling at ease in a stranger’s home, but something about the place reminded me of a simpler life, a distant memory I couldn’t quite place.

"You can stay here," she said, opening a door to a small but comfortable guest room. "I’ll bring some extra blankets, and if there’s anything you need, just let me know." She gave me a reassuring smile, her gaze flickering to Ash, who had started to stir in my arms.

"Thank you, Lucy. I can’t... I don’t know how to repay you," I stammered, feeling overwhelmed by her kindness.

"Don’t even think about it," she replied, waving a hand dismissively. "I’ve been through my share of rough times, too. Just focus on getting some rest."

Once she left, I gently laid Ash down on the bed, wrapping him in a blanket and brushing a hand over his soft hair. My chest tightened as I thought about all we’d been through in the past few hours, the narrow escape, the wolves that had come so close to catching us. But we were safe, at least for now.

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The next morning, Lucy knocked softly on the door, a tray of breakfast in her hands. She set it down on the small table by the bed, glancing at Ash, who was now awake and gurgling happily.

"Good morning," she said cheerfully. "I made some oatmeal and tea, and I brought some warm milk for the little one."

I nodded gratefully, accepting the tea and taking a sip, letting its warmth settle me. Lucy watched me for a moment before speaking again, her voice gentle but curious.

"So... do you have any plans? I mean, do you know where you’ll go from here?"

The question lingered in the air, and I took a deep breath, my mind scrambling for an answer that wouldn’t raise suspicion. "I’ll probably start looking for work," I said slowly. "I need to save up, find a place for Ash and me."

Lucy nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I figured as much. It’s hard getting back on your feet after... you know, after going through something like that."

I gave her a small smile, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt. I was lying to her, after all, but it was necessary. No one could know what Ash and I really were or where we’d come from.

"You know," she continued, her tone casual, "I could watch Ash for you if you wanted to look for jobs. Just a thought," she added quickly, raising her hands as if to say it was entirely up to me. "I work from home, so I’m here most of the day. And I’d be happy to help."

The idea of leaving Ash, even for a few hours, filled me with a sense of unease. Lucy seemed trustworthy, but she was still a stranger. And yet, as I looked at her, standing there with genuine kindness in her eyes, I felt my resolve waver.

"I’ll... I’ll think about it," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Lucy seemed satisfied with that and excused herself, leaving me to finish my breakfast. As I fed Ash, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander. Perhaps living among humans wasn’t such a terrible idea. Without the pack’s constant scrutiny and prejudices, I could raise Ash in peace, far from the betrayals and pain we’d both endured. And Lucy’s kindness had softened something in me, a reminder that there was good in the world, even if it wasn’t in the pack.

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Later that day, after putting Ash down for a nap, I left him in the guest room and ventured downstairs. I found Lucy in the kitchen, humming softly as she stirred something on the stove.

"Lucy," I began hesitantly. She looked up, her face brightening as she saw me.

"Leila! Feeling better?"

I nodded. "I wanted to ask... Do you know of any places in town that might be hiring? I don’t have much experience, but I’m willing to do anything."

She put down the spoon and turned to face me, crossing her arms thoughtfully. "There’s a café in town that’s always looking for help," she suggested. "It’s run by a friend of mine, and I’m sure they’d love an extra set of hands."

I felt a small spark of hope. A job would mean stability, a way to build a life for Ash and myself without the threat of the pack looming over us.

"Thank you, Lucy. I’ll go by there tomorrow," I replied, feeling a genuine sense of gratitude toward this woman who had given us so much with no expectations in return.

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That night, after Lucy had gone to bed, I lay beside Ash, listening to his steady breathing, my mind racing with plans and possibilities. Dwelling among humans meant safety, anonymity, a chance to give Ash the life he deserved. The wolves wouldn’t search for us here; they’d be looking for us in other packs, or maybe even in rogue territories. They would never expect us to blend in with humans, hiding in plain sight.

But the thought of raising Ash without other wolves, of denying him his heritage, tugged at my heart. He would grow up differently, removed from the traditions and strengths that came with being part of a pack. Yet maybe that was for the best. The pack had done nothing but bring us pain. Ash deserved better, and I would do whatever it took to give him a good life.

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The next morning, Lucy greeted us with her usual warmth, making small talk as we shared breakfast. She watched Ash with a tenderness that both comforted and unsettled me, as if she were already invested in his well-being. And as much as I wanted to keep Ash close, I knew that if I was to secure a future for us, I’d have to take her up on her offer, at least temporarily.

I took a deep breath, meeting her gaze. "Lucy, I think I’ll check out that café today," I said carefully. "If you’re still willing to watch Ash, I’d appreciate it."

Her face lit up, and she nodded eagerly. "Of course! You go, take your time. He’ll be in good hands."

I smiled, hoping she couldn’t see the nerves lurking beneath. I spent the next few minutes preparing a bag for Ash, making sure he had everything he might need. Finally, I kissed him goodbye, whispering a promise to return soon, and left him in Lucy’s care.

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The café was small and quaint, with a cozy atmosphere that reminded me of Lucy’s home. The owner, a cheerful woman named Marissa, greeted me warmly, asking about my experience and availability. After a short interview, she offered me a part-time position on the spot, her eyes twinkling as she

spoke about how hard it was to find reliable help these days.

By the time I left, I felt a sense of accomplishment, a glimpse of hope. This job was a small step, but it was a step nonetheless, a way to start building a stable life. As I made my way back to Lucy’s, my mind buzzed with ideas about what our future could look like here.

When I arrived at the house, I found Lucy in the living room with Ash, holding him gently as she rocked him to sleep. She looked up, a soft smile on her lips as she noticed me.

"Everything went well?" she asked, her voice low so as not to wake him.

"Yes," I replied, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I got the job."

Lucy beamed, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a flicker of optimism. We were safe here. Ash and I could have a fresh start, free from the shadows of the past.

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Days turned into weeks, and with each passing day, I grew more comfortable in Lucy’s home, in the rhythm of our new life. She had become a steady presence, a friend, someone I could rely on, even as I kept my guard up. I was still wary, still protective of Ash, but the human world had begun to feel like a refuge—a safe haven where no one knew our secrets.

It was strange, the peace I felt among humans, the freedom from pack obligations and scrutiny. For the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe, like I had a chance to shape my own life, to raise Ash in a place untouched by betrayal or prejudice.

And I intended to protect this fragile sanctuary with everything I had.