Free Web NovelChapter 111: Chapter 111
I stared at the ancient journal Diana had dumped on my desk, trying to process what she was suggesting.
"You want me to teach other Lunas?" I flipped through pages of faded handwriting and sketches of glowing women doing impossible things. "Diana, I barely know what I’m doing with my abilities."
"That’s not true." Diana perched on the edge of my desk, eyes bright with excitement. "You’ve mastered healing, protective barriers, emotional strengthening, and pack bond management—Sophie, you’ve learned in months what takes most Lunas years."
"Because you taught me."
"And now you can teach others." She tapped the journal. "These accounts describe Luna teachers who could activate dormant abilities in other Lunas. I watched you do exactly that with Emma yesterday."
Emma was one of the sanctuary refugees—a Luna whose pack had exiled her for being "defective" because she couldn’t heal. Except yesterday, during a therapy session, I’d guided her through a visualization exercise, and she’d healed a paper cut on my finger.
Small, but real.
"That could have been a coincidence," I said weakly.
Diana gave me a look. "You know it wasn’t."
I found Christian in his office drowning in paperwork. He looked up when I entered, immediately pushing the papers aside.
"You have your scheming face on," he said. "What are you planning now?"
"Diana thinks I can teach Luna abilities to other Lunas." I dropped into the chair across from him. "Like, formally. A training program."
Christian leaned back, studying me. "What do you think?"
"I think it’s insane. I think I have no qualifications. I think—" I paused. "I think it might work."
"Then let’s do it."
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"Sophie, you’ve already proven you can teach. The sanctuary staff worship you. Emma can heal now because of you." He came around the desk, pulling me to my feet. "Stop doubting yourself."
"I’m not doubting, I’m being realistic—"
He kissed me, effectively shutting me up. "Build your Luna training program. I’ll support you however you need."
God, I loved this man.
Diana and I spent three days locked in the pack library developing the curriculum. Books and journals covered every surface. I’d ordered so much coffee that the pack kitchen started asking questions.
"Okay, so we start with basic energy centering," I said, writing on our massive whiteboard. "Then move to simple healing exercises—"
"Wait." Diana held up a hand. "We need to assess each student’s individual blocks first. Not everyone struggles with the same things."
"Right, okay. So assessment first, then a customized approach—"
"But with core foundational skills everyone needs to learn."
We worked like this for hours, building and rebuilding our curriculum until it actually made sense. Energy work. Healing techniques. Protective barriers. Emotional strengthening. Pack bond management.
Christian appeared around midnight with sandwiches. "Are you two planning to sleep anytime soon?"
"Sleep is for the weak," Diana said, not looking up from the ancient text she was translating.
"Sleep is for people who want to function tomorrow," Christian corrected. He looked at our whiteboard covered in color-coded notes. "This is impressive."
"This is terrifying," I muttered. "What if I can’t actually teach this? What if Emma was a fluke?"
Christian pulled me against his chest. "Then we figure it out. Together."
Connor helped us draft invitations to neighboring packs. Formal, professional, but also warm and encouraging.
"You want to emphasize that this isn’t remedial education," Connor said, typing. "It’s specialized training that most Lunas never get access to."
"Because it was lost," Diana added. "Make sure you mention we’re reviving ancient Luna education traditions."
Christian made personal calls to five Alpha friends, vouching for my abilities. I could hear him through his office door, his voice confident and proud as he described what I’d accomplished.
"Sophie’s a natural teacher," he told someone. "Your Luna would be lucky to learn from her."
My face heated. I wasn’t used to people bragging about me.
Within a week, we had responses. Three young Lunas wanted to participate—Emma from Mountain Peak Pack, Rachel from Riverside Pack, and Jade from Forest Haven Pack.
"Three students," I said, staring at the acceptance emails. "That’s manageable, right?"
"Totally manageable," Diana assured me. "You’ve got this."
I didn’t feel like I had this. I felt like I was about to mess up three Lunas’ last chance at accessing their abilities.
No pressure or anything.
We converted one of the smaller sanctuary buildings into a Luna training center. Lily helped us arrange furniture, suggesting feng shui principles her mother had taught her.
"Energy flow is important," Lily said, moving a chair six inches to the left. "Especially for Luna work."
Marcus showed up to install protective barriers around the building. "In case someone accidentally explodes," he said cheerfully.
"That’s not reassuring, Marcus."
"Wasn’t trying to be reassuring. Just practical."
Christian donated gorgeous furniture from the pack budget—meditation cushions, comfortable chairs, and even a small fountain for one of the practice rooms.
"This is too much," I protested when the fountain arrived. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
"Nothing’s too much for your program." He kissed my temple. "Stop arguing and let me support your dreams."
