Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 373

Astrid’s POV

The Packhouse felt heavier than ever as the tension between us grew. Despite our united front, I could see the cracks forming.

Drystan and Nova were relentless in their pursuit of the truth about Liora, while Killian and I were walking on a tightrope, desperately trying to keep our secret buried.

The message from the rogues still lingered in my mind: “Loyalty is fragile. Truth breaks even the strongest bonds.” They weren’t just taunting us—they were succeeding.

Killian had thrown himself into the investigation, questioning warriors and reviewing records, but I could see the toll it was taking on him.

He was barely sleeping, barely eating, and the strain of carrying his mother’s secret was written all over his face.

As for me, I had my own demons to wrestle with. Every time I looked at Nova, I felt a pang of guilt.

She trusted me, confided in me, and here I was, hiding the truth about her sister’s death.

My wolf growled uneasily, a constant reminder of the betrayal simmering beneath the surface.

We gathered in the war room again, the air thick with unspoken tension. Drystan spread out a map on the table, marking the recent rogue attacks with sharp, precise movements.

“They’re closing in,” he said, his voice cold. “These attacks aren’t random. They’re coordinated, targeting our weakest points.”

Killian nodded, his golden eyes narrowing. “They’re trying to force us into action. If we move without a plan, we’ll fall into their trap.”

Nova leaned forward, her expression determined. “Then we need to outsmart them. If we can anticipate their next move, we can turn the tables.”

“We can’t keep reacting,” Drystan said sharply. “We need to take the fight to them.”

“And risk walking into an ambush?” Killian shot back, his tone sharp. “That’s exactly what they want.”

The room fell silent, the tension between the two Alphas palpable. I glanced between them, my heart sinking. The rogues’ plan to divide us was working.

“We need to focus on the bigger picture,” I said, breaking the silence. “The Rogue King is the real threat. If we can take him out, the rest will fall apart.”

Drystan nodded reluctantly, his gaze shifting to Killian. “Agreed. But we also can’t ignore the informant. Whoever betrayed Liora is still out there, and they could be working with the rogues now.”

Killian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. I could see the storm brewing within him, the battle between his loyalty to his mother and his duty to the Pack.

After the meeting, I found Killian standing on the balcony outside our room, his gaze fixed on the dark forest beyond.

The moonlight cast a faint glow over his features, highlighting the exhaustion etched into his face.

“You’re wearing yourself out,” I said softly, stepping up beside him.

He didn’t look at me. “I’m trying to hold everything together, Astrid. But it’s slipping through my fingers.”