Luna Comeback

Chapter 1

Ana

The car would not start. I turned the key again and again, but the engine only clicked and stayed silent.

Outside, the rain poured down hard. It hit the windows like tiny stones, making a loud, steady rhythm that filled the small space. I looked out into the grey world. Getting out now to find help would be even worse than staying here. The storm made everything dark and the ground was very slippery.

"Mummy, see, Alex is being attacked by the big bear," my daughter said from the back.

I turned around and forced a smile. Lily was sitting in her car seat, playing happily with her toys. She had a wonderful imagination. She loved giving every doll and stuffed animal a name and a special story. Right now, she was holding a small bear and a soldier, lost in her own little world.

I reached back and placed my hands gently on hers to get her attention. "Lily, don't play too rough with that one, okay? Hold Daddy’s gift carefully. We are going to surprise him tonight, remember?"

Her little face lit up with pure joy the moment I mentioned the surprise. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the car.

"Then will Dad make me a little Luna? I want to be just like you, Mom. A leader for everyone."

I smiled at my six-year-old daughter. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Her words warmed my heart, even on this cold, rainy night. She was so full of life and hope.

"You will be a great Luna one day," I whispered.

I took out my phone and called Max. I needed him to know we were stuck. The phone rang and rang, but he did not pick up. For a second, I wondered if he was busy with pack business again. He was always working so hard for the people. Or maybe he had just left his phone in another room. I sighed and put the phone down on the dashboard.

Just then, a loud crash filled the air.

A bright light flashed straight into my face, blinding me instantly. I slowly turned my head, wondering what was happening, but my eyes widened in shock as I saw the metal of a truck coming right for us.

Before I could scream or move, everything happened so fast.

Pain exploded everywhere. It was a sharp, hot feeling that tore through my body. Metal screamed as it twisted and folded. Glass broke into thousands of pieces, flying through the air like frozen rain.

Then, there was a terrible silence.

I slowly opened my eyes. I was lying on the floor of the car, which was now a small, crushed box of metal. I was covered in broken glass. My body refused to move, no matter how hard I tried. Every breath I took felt like a knife in my chest.

I turned my eyes slowly, searching the wreckage for my