Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 358

Astrid’s POV

The forest was too quiet. Not the comforting kind of silence that allowed me to think, but the eerie kind that set my instincts on edge.

Every rustle of leaves and every creak of the trees felt amplified, like a warning I couldn’t ignore.

My wolf paced restlessly inside me, uneasy, as though it could smell something I couldn’t.

The crisp scent of pine hung heavy in the air, but beneath it, I caught a faint, metallic tang of blood on the breeze. My stomach tightened.

Another attack. I stood at the edge of the Silvermoon Pack’s territory, my warriors scattered behind me.

Their silence matched mine, their tense stances a reflection of the gravity of the moment. They waited for my signal, for their Luna to give them direction.

The rogues had struck again. That made three attacks this month. The outposts near the borders were easy targets—isolated, poorly defended—but this wasn’t just random desperation.

No, this was something else entirely. The patterns were too precise, the timing too deliberate. This was strategy. A test.

My thoughts were interrupted as Killian emerged from the treeline. His strides were purposeful, his expression grim.

Even with all that weighed on him, his Alpha presence radiated control and command. It steadied me, just a little.

“Two more bodies,” he said, his voice low, rough with anger and regret. “They took down a patrol unit before retreating. This wasn’t about stealing supplies. They’re testing us.”

I nodded, my gaze sweeping over the distant shadows beyond the trees. The air felt heavier here, like it was thick with something unseen.

“They want us rattled,” I said, my voice quiet but firm. “They’re sending a message.”

His jaw tightened, and I could see the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. It was a feeling I knew all too well.

For all that we’d been through, for all that we’d reconciled, there were still moments like this—moments where the responsibilities of leadership loomed larger than anything else.

“They’re getting bolder,” I added, keeping my voice steady, though a knot of unease twisted in my chest. “We need to figure out who’s behind this.”

Killian’s dark eyes met mine, and I could see the fire simmering there. “It’s not just random rogues anymore,” he said. “Someone’s coordinating this. And if we don’t act soon, they’ll come for the heart of the Pack.”

I didn’t flinch at his words, but they settled heavily on me.

He was right.

Whoever was behind this wasn’t playing games—they were preparing for something bigger. And if we didn’t figure it out soon, the consequences would be catastrophic.

I glanced back at the warriors behind me, their eyes sharp and waiting. I tightened my fists, grounding myself in the cold bite of the wind against my skin.

Liora, my first mate, Nova’s older sister.

Memories threatened to surface—her determined eyes, the way she always seemed ready for a fight she couldn’t win—but I shoved them back. There wasn’t time for that. Not now.

“Send a team to follow it,” I said, keeping my voice even, commanding. “I want to know exactly who we’re dealing with. This isn’t a coincidence.”

Ryder hesitated, and I turned to face him, my eyes narrowing at his pause. “What is it?” I demanded.

He held something out to me, his expression grim. “The scouts also found... this.”

I reached for it, my fingers closing around a small pendant, smeared with dried blood. The metal was old and tarnished, the chain broken, but the insignia engraved on it was unmistakable.

My breath caught as I recognized it—a mark I hadn’t seen in years. The mark of the rogue faction Liora had fled before her death. The faction that had haunted her until the very end.

It was Liora’s past that she had shared to me, but Nova did not have any idea of. Nova back then was too young to understand.

My grip tightened around the pendant, the edges of the insignia biting into my palm.

Anger surged through me, a familiar and unrelenting force. What is the meaning of this? What message are they trying to give to me by leaving this behind? They entered my Pack just to leave this pendant behind.

Are they hinting on Liora’s death?