Semua Bab Reclaiming My Broken Luna: Bab 421 - Bab 430

Astrid’s POVThe Packhouse felt like it was holding its breath. The soft rustle of papers, the distant murmur of warriors preparing for their assignments, even the steady crackle of the fireplace—all of it felt muted under the weight of what was coming.I stood at the center of the war room, the maps and reports spread before me like pieces of a puzzle I hadn’t yet solved. My mind raced through the details, analyzing each thread of information, trying to see the bigger picture that Ardan had laid out for us.We had a plan—an effective one by all accounts. But something gnawed at me, a persistent itch in the back of my mind that refused to be ignored. This was too easy. Too obvious. And when it came to Ardan, nothing was ever straightforward.The rogues had proven time and again that they were more than just a mindless army. They adapted, improvised, and somehow always managed to stay two steps ahead. If we underestimated them now, the cost could be devastating.The door creaked o

Astrid’s POVThe meeting dragged on, each word from the council weighing heavier on my mind. The tension in the room felt suffocating, like a rope tightening around my chest. Despite the conversation moving forward, my thoughts were locked on the reports Ryder had just delivered.The eastern forest. A small group of scouts.It wasn’t unusual for Ardan’s rogues to test our borders, but this felt… off. Too timed. Too deliberate.Killian sat beside me, his golden eyes flicking between the Alphas as they debated strategies. Every so often, his hand would tighten into a fist on the table, his jaw clenching as tempers flared.“We’re wasting time,” Alpha Damien growled, slamming a hand against the table. His dark eyes scanned the room. “Ardan’s already moving against us, and we’re sitting here bickering over details. We need decisive action—now.”“Decisive action?” another Alpha countered, his voice sharp. “Like sending more warriors to die for nothing? Ardan’s forces aren’t just mindless ro

Astrid’s POVThe unease had taken root deep in my chest, twisting tighter with each passing moment. The Packhouse bustled with warriors and scouts moving in and out, delivering updates and taking orders, but it didn’t soothe the gnawing feeling in my gut. It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the inevitable plunge.I stood in the war room, pretending to focus on the reports spread across the table. Maps marked with patrol routes and potential rogue movements stared back at me, but none of it felt real. My eyes kept darting to the door, half-expecting someone to rush in with news of an attack.Killian was on the other side of the room, speaking with Ryder. His golden eyes burned with intensity, and the tension in his stance betrayed his own worries, though he’d never admit them outright. Killian always bore the weight of leadership with unwavering strength, but I knew he felt the strain just as much as I did.“The eastern border,” Ryder said, his voice carrying

Astrid’s POVThe hour was unnervingly still-the kind of stillness that didn't promise peace but danger. Even the crickets had silenced their symphony, leaving the world suspended in an uneasy pause.Fresh guards had taken their positions outside Elara and Ryker's room, their heavy boots scuffing the floor before settling into still vigilance. Inside, I sat unmoving, my nails absently scraping patterns into the worn armrest of the chair. Every creak of the house, every gust of wind, felt like a warning. My wolf stirred, pacing just beneath the surface, uneasy.Killian had checked on me earlier. He'd lingered in the doorway, his golden eyes searching mine, his mouth pressed into a grim line. He didn't speak, didn't push me to leave. He didn't need to. He knew I wouldn't.I wasn't leaving my children tonight.The breeze through the open window caught the flame of a candle, snuffing it out in a final flicker. Shadows stretched long across the room. I stood, my movements deliberate an

Astrid’s POVThe corridors leading to the infirmary felt impossibly long, the walls closing in on me with every step. My heart pounded, a relentless drumbeat of panic and guilt, louder than my own breath, louder than the torches flickering along the stone walls.Ryker.My son.The thought of him lying there, unconscious and injured, made my stomach twist violently. I should have been there. I should have protected them both.Killian’s hand was firm on the small of my back, steadying me, grounding me, but I barely felt it. The only thing I could focus on was the door ahead, slightly ajar, spilling faint light into the dim hallway.I hesitated for only a second before pushing it open.The moment I saw him, my legs nearly gave out beneath me.Ryker lay on the bed, his small body dwarfed by the sheets tucked around him. His face was too pale, his lashes dark against his cheeks, his breathing slow and shallow. A thick bandage was wrapped around his head, stark against his golden hair.