The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 142

For a long moment, no one moved.

No one breathed.

All I could hear was the soft, steady hum of Toren’s freshly activated defenses and the wild hammering of my own pulse.

I swallowed hard, eyes locked on Mason.

“Why?” I asked quietly. “Why does my mother matter so much to the Council? Why is she suddenly significant in all this?”

Mason exhaled like the question physically hurt him.

“They’re trying to use her blood,” he said. “To track you.”

Talon froze mid-step.

Tyson swore.

Toren straightened like someone had fired a gun.

I stared. “I’m sorry. They’re doing what?”

Mason stepped closer, voice tense. “Your mother’s blood runs through your veins. With the right seeker—one specifically attuned to bloodline impressions—they can trace you like a living beacon. They’ll find you quickly.”

Tyson exploded first.

“Absolutely not. We’ll hire a witch. A coven leader—hell, three of them. Someone who can cloak her blood signature. There are spells for that—dark ones, but we’ll pay.”

Talon shook his head. “No, sealing her abilities is the fastest route. Temporary lock. If her power is dormant again, the tracking line breaks.”

Toren growled. “And leave her powerless during a Council attack? Not fucking happening.”

All three launched into a heated swirl of arguments—

“Witches won’t work—”

“Seeker traps could buy days—”

“I’m not letting her seal anything—”

It was chaos.

Loud.

Messy.

Suffocating.

But I didn’t answer any of them.

I turned instead to Mason.

There was a shadow in his eyes—something sharp and old and afraid.

“What did you mean,” I asked slowly, “when you said they were trying to track me with my mother’s blood?”

The room went dead silent.

Mason looked at me.

And something in his face… cracked.

He inhaled, steadying himself.

“I don’t know for certain,” he said. “But… I’m fairly sure that woman is not your biological mother.”

The world tilted.

Then dropped.

“What?” Toren thundered.

Tyson stiffened like a blade, eyes flashing murder.

Talon stopped packing mid-motion, shaking.

Douglas cursed under his breath.

And me?

I just stared.

My voice came out in a rasp. “I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. Because it sounded like you said my mother—*the woman who beat me, starved me, belittled me for eighteen years*—isn’t my fucking mother?”

Mason winced. “Kira—”

“No.” My voice rose. “No, I need you to say it clearly. Because apparently my life is built on discount secrets and bargain-bin trauma. So go on. Add another one.”

He shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them.

“She’s not your biological mother.”

I laughed—loud, sharp, almost hysterical. “Of course she isn’t. Why not? Why not add one more thing to the pile?”

Toren moved to steady me, his hands warm on my arms as Tyson and Talon closed in protectively.

I kept my stare on Mason.

“What else are you not telling me?”

A long breath. Then:

“She’s a twin, Kira.”

I blinked. “…And?”

“And the night you were conceived… I slept with both of them.”

Tyson’s jaw unhinged. “Are you kidding me?”

Talon muttered, “Of course you did. Of course.”

Toren pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate this family tree so much.”

Mason kept talking, voice tight. “I know it was her sister. I felt the difference in their wolves. Her sister was gentler, more stable. But before I could confirm… they both disappeared off my territory. Ran back to their pack. Weeks later, your mother claimed she was pregnant.”

I stared at him like he’d grown two heads. “So you just… accepted it?”

“No,” he snapped, frustrated. “I tried to visit. Many times. Up until you were around fifteen, like I explained before. But the woman posing as your mother blocked me every time. And Lucas—” he sighed, tired, angry. “Lucas used the Council’s laws against me. He filed reports saying I was an unstable influence. Had me barred from entering their territory. So, I had no idea if you were hers or her twins.”

My body tightened.

“So she stole me.”

Mason’s eyes filled with regret. “Yes.”

“And you let her.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” he said softly. “I didn’t have proof.”

Douglas stepped in. “Father, they might still be able to track her. Twins share everything—blood, scent, DNA, spiritual imprint—”

Mason shook his head. “That’s true for humans, Douglas. Not shifters.”

Douglas blinked. “Explain.”

Mason moved closer, hands clasped behind his back like he was about to give a lecture.

“In humans, twins share DNA. In shifters, wolves imprint uniquely at birth. A twin’s blood is similar, yes, but the wolf’s essence—the energy signature—is entirely different. It cannot be replicated, not even by a shapeshifter. It responds only to the wolf born with it.”

He pointed at me.

“Kira has a Shadow Ancient bloodline. There’s no mistaking that imprint.”

He looked at Douglas.

“Her supposed mother? She doesn’t carry it.”

Talen’s brows furrowed. “Wait—so even if she’s a twin, she can’t be used to track Kira?”

“Correct.” Mason nodded. “Unless the Council gets the true mother’s blood, their tracking attempts are weak at best. Slowed. Inaccurate.”

Toren cursed quietly. “So we’re not dealing with a stolen child—”

“We’re dealing,” Talon finished, “with the wrong mother.”

Tyson pointed at Mason, furious. “And you’re sure the sister is the real one? Absolutely sure?”

Mason swallowed. “…Ninety percent.”

“NINETY?!” all three of my mates roared at once.

“I was drunk,” Mason snapped. “And they were identical—”

Tyson cut him off. “Yeah, identical until one of them is carrying the most powerful fucking wolf of the century!”

I sat forward. The room blurred from stress and pain, but I held myself upright.

“Toren,” I said quietly.

He moved to my side instantly.

“Help me up.”

He lifted me with one arm, Tyson steadying my right side while Talon grabbed the travel bags he had already packed.

I met Mason’s eyes.

“So my entire life was built on someone else’s lie. Again.”

Mason flinched.

I exhaled slowly. “Fine. Then tell me what else is coming, because evidently I’m collecting surprises like taxes.”