Underwater: The Silent Luna novel Chapter 91
Chapter 91
Meadow knew it would take more than words to convince her friend.
Victoria’s eyes still held that careful suspicion, the kind that refused to be soothed by reassurances or gentle explanations. Meadow had seen that look before, on pack members who smiled but never truly trusted. So she let the matter rest. There was no point forcing belief where doubt had already taken root.
She would talk to Victoria later.
When Ethan returned.
If Ethan returned in peace.
The thought startled her.
It slipped into her mind without warning, quiet and cold, settling behind her ribs like a warning she could not explain. She lay back against the pillows after Victoria finally grew quiet, staring at the canopy above her bed, her hands resting loosely over her
stomach.
She felt… uneasy.
She did not know why.
Nothing concrete had happened. No threat had been spoken aloud. And yet, a strange weight pressed on her chest, the kind of instinct that came without logic.
I need to be worried for my husband.
The thought made her heart tighten.
Somewhere deep inside her, behind locked doors she did not yet understand, something was stirring.
Ethan and Joseph rode in silence toward the outskirts of town.
The van cut through the darkening evening, headlights carving narrow paths through fields and forgotten roads. The farther they went from the heart of the pack, the more exposed everything felt. The air grew colder. The trees stood farther apart. The lights of civilisation thinned until they became scattered and weak.
The motel stood like a forgotten scar on the land.
A squat, tired building with flickering lights and peeling paint. Attached to it was a small tavern, its neon sign buzzing faintly, half- dead letters glowing unevenly in the night.
Ethan studied the place as the van rolled to a stop.
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“You’re sure about this tip?” he asked quietly.
Joseph nodded. “Adam verified the contact. The man reached out first. Gave details only someone present that night should know.”
Ethan exhaled slowly.
Confident in his brother, but not in the situation.
They entered the tavern.
The air inside was thick with smoke, stale alcohol, and low murmurs of careless laughter. A few patrons lounged around scattered tables, truckers, locals, men with nothing to lose and nothing to hide. The bartender barely glanced up when the brothers walked in.
Ethan ordered two bottles of cold beer.
Not because he wanted to drink.
But because anxiety sat like a burning coal in his chest, and he needed something to cool it.
They took a seat near the back.
Minutes stretched.
The first beer was drained slowly.
Neither of them spoke much.
Ethan’s thoughts stayed with Meadow, her fall, the convulsions, the impossible scream. Every second he spent away from her felt wrong. Joseph noticed the tight set of his brother’s jaw, the way his fingers tapped restlessly against the glass.
He knew Ethan was worried.
But he said nothing.
They waited.
Thirty minutes.
One hour.
Two.
The man did not show.
The tavern grew louder as the night deepened. More drinks were poured. More laughter rose. A woman sang off-key by the bar. Somewhere, a chair scraped loudly against the floor.
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Still no witness.
Joseph’s jaw hardened.
He pulled out his phone and dialled Adam.
“Find out what the hold-up is,” he said sharply when the call connected. “He was meant to be here already.”
Thirty minutes later, Adam returned the call.
Joseph’s expression darkened as he listened.
His grip tightened around the phone.
“You’re sure?” he asked quietly.
A pause.
“Fine.”
He ended the call and looked at Ethan.
“Adam can’t reach him,” Joseph said grimly. “His phone is switched off. The motel he was staying in says he checked out three
hours ago.”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed.
Three hours.
Which meant the man had already decided to run even before they arrived.
Joseph’s voice dropped. “It’s like he vanished.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Ethan let out a slow, cold breath.
“Either he was a liar looking for attention,” he said, “or he got scared and fled.”
Joseph slammed his bottle onto the table, untouched now. “If he ran, he knew exactly who he was toying with.”
They rose and left the tavern without another word.
The night outside had thickened. The van felt colder when they climbed inside.
“Put out a manhunt for him,” Ethan said as soon as the doors shut. His voice was calm, but beneath it, something dangerous stirred.
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“I want to know why he would play with us like this.”
Joseph nodded. He felt the same anger. The same insult. The same burning frustration.
He called his Beta immediately.
“I want this man found,” Joseph ordered. “Now. Track the phone. Track the motel. Track his movements from today. don’t care how
far he runs, bring him in.”
The Beta acknowledged the command at once.
Joseph lowered the phone slowly.
The van rolled forward, heading back toward the pack.
“If he truly has information,” Joseph said quietly, “and simply lost his nerve, then he will live.”
Ethan’s gaze stayed fixed on the road ahead.
“And if he doesn’t?” Ethan asked.
Joseph’s jaw clenched. “Then he becomes a lesson.”
A warning to anyone who thought it wise to toy with grief, with murder, with the Alpha’s dead father.
They would make him a scapegoat.
Not for cruelty.
But for order.
People would think twice before seeking fun, money, or fame by stirring old blood.
Back in the mansion, Meadow lay awake.
Victoria had finally fallen asleep in a chair near the bed, exhaustion from fear and excitement pulling her under. The room was
quiet now, too quiet.
Meadow stared at the shadows on the wall, her thoughts restless.
Her hand drifted to her chest unconsciously.
Her breathing felt uneven.
Images flickered through her mind, unrelated, unconnected, fragmented.
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A dark road.
A faceless man.
The echo of her own scream.
She turned slightly, pressing her face into Ethan’s pillow, drawing in his scent as if it might anchor her.
Come back safely, she whispered in her heart.
Unseen by anyone…
Something in the world was already moving.
And the truth they sought was running.
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Did Meadow witness the Alpha’s murder as a child? Are their traumas all connected?
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