Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 392

Drystan’s POV

The battlefield was a cacophony of snarls, howls, and the clash of steel. Blood mingled with the damp earth beneath my feet, and the air carried the metallic tang of death.

My wolf surged within me, urging me forward, but I held steady. We were pushing the rogues back, but something about their movements didn’t sit right with me.

“They’re retreating too easily,” I growled through the link to Nova, who was fighting nearby. Her lithe wolf danced around a rogue before sinking her teeth into its neck with precision.

“I noticed,” she replied, her tone sharp, even in the heat of battle. “This isn’t a retreat. It’s a distraction.”

I snarled, driving my blade into the side of a rogue that lunged at me. It crumpled to the ground, lifeless, as my gaze swept over the battlefield.

The rogues were falling back, but their movements were too coordinated, too deliberate.

“Hold the line!” I barked to my warriors. “Don’t chase them. They want us to follow.”

Killian’s voice cut through the link. “What are you seeing?”

“Something’s wrong,” I replied, scanning the treeline ahead.

The rogues were disappearing into the shadows, but one remained behind, his movements slower, more calculated. My wolf bristled as I locked eyes with him.

“He’s different,” Nova said, stepping to my side as she shifted back to her human form. Blood streaked her arms, but her eyes were fierce. “I’ll handle him.”

“No,” I said firmly. “We take him alive.”

The rogue barely fought as we surrounded him, his wolf glaring at us with eerie calm. I shifted back, towering over him, my blade still in hand.

“Who sent you?” I demanded, my voice low and dangerous.

The rogue smirked, his sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. “You’re asking the wrong questions, Alpha.”

I stepped closer, my wolf growling. “Then why don’t you enlighten me?”

His eyes flicked to the blade at my side—a Silvermoon blade. My heart froze as I recognized its intricate design.

It was identical to the ones used by the Silvermoon elite warriors, a detail only someone familiar with the Pack would notice.

Nova caught the change in my expression. “What is it?”

I didn’t answer. Not yet. I couldn’t risk jumping to conclusions. Not here. Not now.

The rogue chuckled, his voice low and mocking. “Still figuring it out, aren’t you? Poor Liora never had a chance. She trusted too easily. Just like you.”

Nova lunged forward, but I stopped her with an outstretched arm. “What do you know about Liora’s death?” I asked, my voice cold.

His smirk widened. “Enough to know it’s tearing you apart.”