Ch. 351..355: Reclaiming My Broken Luna Chapter 351-355

Chapter 351: The Call

Andros's POV

The knock on my door came just as I expected. My warriors knew better than to waste time when it came to delivering critical information.

"Enter," I called, my voice steady and calm.

One of my men stepped in, bowing his head in deference. "Alpha Andros, we've confirmed Astrid's location. She's at the Crimsonbane Pack. Asha and Killian are already on their way to see her."

A slow, sinister smile spread across my face. "Perfect," I murmured, leaning back in my chair.

I tapped my fingers against the armrest, letting the satisfaction wash over me.

Asha thought she was so clever, thought she could outmaneuver me. She'd been playing right into my hands from the beginning, her every move as predictable as the sunrise.

"She actually believed she was outsmarting me," I said, my voice laced with amusement. "Stupid girl. Always so ruled by her emotions. So easy to read."

I stood, walking to the window as I continued, my voice dropping into a colder tone. "Asha has always been predictable. Always so eager to prove herself, to do the 'right thing.' She never stopped to consider she was playing the role I set for her."

I turned back to face the warrior, my smile fading into something colder, sharper. "And now she's done exactly what I needed. She's led me straight to Astrid."

The warrior shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable under my gaze, but I didn't care. My mind was already racing ahead to the next step.

"Astrid is with the Crimsonbane Pack, you say?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Yes, Alpha," the warrior replied.

I chuckled darkly. "Then it's time to ensure she has no escape. Killian have left his pack unguarded. The Silvermoon Pack will be vulnerable without their Alpha. It's the perfect opportunity to strike."

The warrior's brows furrowed slightly. "Strike, Alpha?"

I smirked, the plan forming in my mind. "I'm sure Killian had left his son behind as well. We will take Ryker."

The warrior's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't dare question me. "The boy?" "Yes, the boy," I snapped, my voice icy. "If the Crimsonbane Pack values Astrid's life they'll hand her over when I put her son's life on the line. It's simple leverage —one they can't ignore."

"But, Alpha-"

“Don't question me,” I cut him off sharply, my tone brooking no argument. “The Silvermoon Pack is weak now. Their Alpha is gone, chasing after Astrid. It's the perfect time to take what we need. Assemble the warriors immediately and prepare for a raid."

The warrior bowed low, murmuring, "Yes, Alpha," before hurrying out of the room to carry out my orders.

I sat back in my chair, the cold satisfaction settling over me like a cloak.

Asha thought she was clever, but she'd been nothing more than a pawn in my game.

Now, with Ryker in my grasp, I'd have the leverage to bring Astrid to her knees. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. The end was near, and I had every intention of ensuring it played out exactly as I planned.

Astrid's POV

The forest was quiet except for the rustling leaves and the occasional chirp of birds.

I sat on the edge of the stream, staring at my reflection in the water. The face staring back at me was haggard, pale, and tired.

My hands trembled as I splashed the cold water over my face, trying to shake the images that haunted me.

Blood. It was all I remembered.

The day I ran in my wolf form was a blur. One moment, I was surrounded by betrayal and anger; the next, I woke up in the forest, my fur matted with blood.

I didn't know whose blood it was—if

it was my own or someone else's

The memory of that time eluded me no matter how hard I tried to piece it together.

That's how I ended up here, at the Crimsonbane Pack. I had walked for what felt

like days before collapsing at their borders.

I told Alpha Damien not to tell anyone I was here. No one could know not with

the danger I carried inside me.

I sighed, running my fingers through my tangled hair. Every day, I tried to remember what happened, but the memory remained a dark void. It was maddening.

"Astrid," a voice called out from behind me.

I turned sharply to see Alpha Damien striding toward me. His expression was

calm, but his eyes held a hint of hesitation.

"You have visitors," he said, stopping a few feet away.

My heart sank. "Visitors? I told you—"

"They needed to see you," he interrupted gently, holding my gaze. "They're here for you, Astrid."

Killian and Asha stood in the center of the room, their expressions a mix of relief and worry.

“Killian," I whispered, my voice

catching as our eyes met. For a

moment, I saw something soft in his

gaze something that reminded me of the bond we once shared

Seeing him brought me tears, I have no idea how much I had missed him until I

saw him.

I wasn't able to push him away when he stood up and hugged me tightly showing

me how much he had missed me too.

"Why did you come here?" I asked sharply, my voice guarded.

"Astrid, you need to come with us, t

Asha spoke making me turn my attention to her. "It's Andros, he's not

the person we thought he was. I suspect he betrayed us all."

 

Chapter 352: Document

Astrid's POV

Her words made me flinch, but I didn't respond. Asha reached into her bag and pulled out a document, holding it out to me.

"This," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "is from our father. It's proof that he wanted you to lead the Shadowfang Pack. Not Andros."

I took the paper with trembling hands, scanning the words. My father's

handwriting, so familiar and yet so distant, stared back at me. The weight of his decision settled over me like a crushing burden.

I fell silent, I had no idea that despite my cold treatment towards him, he still chose to hand me his position before he died. Overwhelming grief enveloped my heart once again as I remember how he died.

"I can't do this," I said, shaking my head and thrusting the document back toward Asha. "I can't lead the pack."

"Astrid—” Asha began, but I cut her off.

"You don't understand," I said, my voice breaking. "My wolf... it's getting stronger. Harder to control. I can feel it-the power, the rage. One day, I'm going to lose control completely, and when that happens..."

I looked away, tears stinging my eyes. "When that happens, I'll be nothing but a killing machine. I can't risk that. I won't risk that."

Killian stepped closer, his expression pained. "Astrid, you're stronger than you think. You can fight this."

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "You don't understand, Killian. There's no hope for me. And I won't let Ryker be part of this nightmare."

His face darkened. "Ryker deserves to know who you are. He deserves to know his mother."

I clenched my fists, anger and sorrow battling within me. "No," I said firmly. “He can't know. He's safe with you, Killian, and that's how it has to stay. I'm going to die eventually, whether it's by Andros's hand or my own wolf. I don't want Ryker to go through the pain of losing me."

Killian stared at me, his jaw tightening. I could see the conflict in his eyes, but I refused to back down.

"I came here to hide, to protect everyone from what I've become," I said, my voice quieter now. "Please, just... leave me be."

Asha's eyes glistened with unshed tears, and Killian's hands clenched at his sides, but neither of them moved.

My heart ached at the sight of them, at the love and worry etched into their faces. But I couldn't let them get closer. Not when I was so close to breaking.

Sharp sounds of shouts and footsteps outside shattered the tense silence.

Killian stiffened, his eyes narrowing as he turned towards the door. Asha moved closer to me, her face pale with worry.

What's going on?" I asked, dread pooling in my stomach.

Moments later, Alpha Damien's Beta bursts into the room, his expression grim. "Alpha, Alpha Andros is here. He has warriors with him... and Ryker."

My heart stopped. "What?"

"He's threatening to harm Ryker unless we hand you over," he continued.

Killian's entire body went rigid, his fists clenching so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"That bastard," he growled, his voice laced with fury/

Fear and guilt surged through me, my mind spinning. Ryker. My son. My innocent boy.

I pushed past Asha and Killian, rushing toward the door. "I'll go to him," I said, my voice trembling.

"No," Killian snapped, grabbing my arm. "You're not surrendering to him, Astrid." "If I don't, he'll hurt Ryker," I said, pulling free. I can't let that happen.

Damien stepped forward, his expression firm. "Astrid, we'll protecty Ryker. We'll defend the pack. You don't have to do this."

But I shook my head. "You don't understand. Andros will kill everyone here if he has to. He won't stop until he gets what he wants."

I turned to Killian, my chest tightening at the anguish on his face. "This is my fight," I said softly. "Please, protect Ryker."

When I stepped outside, Andros was waiting, a cold, smug smile on his face.

His warriors flanked him, their weapons gleaming in the fading light. And there, in his grasp, was Ryker

The sight of my son, his small face pale with fear, made my heart shatter.

"Let him go, Andros," I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.

He tilted his head, that infuriating smirk still on his lips. "And why would I do that, dear sister? You know the terms. Come with me, and the boy lives."

My fists clenched at my sides, anger boiling beneath the surface. I wanted nothing more than to rip him apart for daring to use Ryker as a pawn.

"Andros, don't do this," I said, my voice low but firm.

bet

"Don't do this?" he repeated mockingly, feigning shock. "You've forced my hand, Astrid. This is

the

only way to bring you in. You should

have come quietly."

Before I could respond, the sound of distant footsteps reached my ears. It was

faint at first but grew louder, accompanied by the clang of weapons.

Andros frowned, his smirk faltering as he turned toward the noise. Moments later, a new group of

warriors emerged from the trees, led by a tall figure I instantly recognized.

Drystan.

Beside him was Nova, her sharp gaze scanning the battlefield like a hawk. Their warriors poured in behind them, quickly surrounding Andros's troops and outnumbering them two to one.

Andros's face twisted in anger and surprise. "What is this?" he snarled.

"It's over, Andros," Alpha Drystan said coldly, stepping forward. "You're outnumbered. Surrender now."

"And how did you know—" Andros stopped mid-sentence, realization dawning on him. His eyes flickered with fury. "Damien," he spat.

It was clear now that Alpha Damien had sent letters to both Killian and Drystan.

My heart swelled with gratitude for the Crimsonbane Alpha's foresight, though the tension in the air was far from over.

"You think this changes anything?" Andros sneered. "I still have the boy."

He tightened his grip on Ryker, who whimpered in fear, and my restraint began to crumble.

"Andros!" I shouted, taking a step forward. "If you hurt him—"

"You'll do what, Astrid?" he snapped, his smirk returning. "You can't stop me."

Before anyone could respond, the battlefield erupted into chaos. Drystan's warriors clashed with Andros's, weapons colliding as shouts and growls filled the

air.

Andros tried to retreat with Ryker in tow, weaving through the chaos to make his escape.

My heart pounded as I fought to reach him, but the fighting around me slowed my progress.

"Ryker!" I screamed, my vision blurring with desperation.

Andros turned briefly, his cold smile returning as he dragged Ryker further away. "Too late, Astrid," he taunted.

"Mommy! Mommy help me!" Ryker yelled to me pleadingly with tears in his eyes

 

Chapter 353: Equal

Astrid's POV

Something inside me snapped seeing the fear in Ryker's eyes and hearing him call me "Mommy" for the first time even though he had no idea that I as his mother.

Although he doesn't know the truth, he had considered me his mother from the start. An overwhelming urge to protect her filled me. I don't want to let him down.

Heat surged through my body, and I felt my wolf rise to the surface, more powerful and uncontrollable than ever before.

My bones cracked, my muscles shifted, and my vision sharpened as I transformed.

When the change was complete, the world seemed to pause.

Gasps echoed around me as everyone froze, their eyes fixed on my massive wolf form. My silver fur shimmered in the fading light, and my glowing dark eyes burned with an intensity that even I couldn't fully comprehend.

Andros turned, his smug expression vanishing as terror consumed him.

"The monster... i-it has come out!" he stuttered, stumbling backward. "Kill her! Kill her! She has completely transformed into a monster. She will kill us all!"

His voice only fueled the fire raging within me. With a deafening roar, I lunged toward him, cutting through the battlefield with terrifying speed.

Andros's eyes widened as he dropped Ryker, panic overtaking him. He tried to shield himself, but it was futile. I was faster, stronger, and unstoppable.

The world blurred as I slammed into him, my claws tearing through the earth as he hit the ground beneath me.

His cries were drowned out by the pounding of blood in my ears, the primal voice in my mind urging me to finish him.

End him. Tear him apart. Protect. Destroy.

The fight going on around me had stopped already. Everyone's eyes were on me and Andros. Everyone wondered what they are supposed to do, now that I have fully transformed into a monster.

I raised my massive paw, claws gleaming as I prepared to strike. But something inside me faltered—an ache, a pull.

"Mommy..."

The faint voice pierced through the chaos, weak but unmistakable. My wolf froze, the killing blow suspended in midair.

"Mommy, please..."

Ryker's voice. My son. My boy.

The wolf within me snarled, its fury boiling, but I could feel its hesitation. It wasn't

just mine anymore-it was ours.

Inside my mind, the battlefield shifted.

I stood in a dark, endless void, the air thick with an oppressive silence that weighed on my chest.

Across from me loomed the wolf that had haunted me for so long, its massive frame pulsing with raw power.

Its silver fur and dark eyes glowed, filled with rage, pain, and something deeper- something broken.

Its snarls echoed around me, reverberating through the emptiness.

"You can't have me," I said, my voice trembling but steady.

The wolf bared its teeth, its growl low and menacing. 'I am you. You are me. There

is no separation. We destroy. We kill. It's all we're good for.'

I shook my head, my hands curling into fists. "No. That's not all we are. That's not what I want to be."

The wolf's growl deepened, and it lunged toward me, its massive form colliding with mine.

I stumbled backward, the force of it knocking the breath from my lungs. Its teeth snapped close to my throat, but I stood firm, refusing to falter.

"You think you're stronger than me," I said, gritting my teeth. "But you're not."

The wolf circled me, its piercing silver eyes narrowing. 'You can't control me. You're weak. You always have been. That's why they left you. That's why you hurt them.'

Its words hit me like a blow,

dredging up memories I had tried to

bury: The distance I had put

between myself and my father, the worthlessness I felt when I was married to Killian, the guilt and

blame I had placed on myself when I had a miscarriage.

For a moment, doubt crept in, but then Killian's voice came to me, steady and strong. Ryker's tiny arms around me, his voice calling me Mommy. Asha's unwavering

f.ne

My father's unconditional fan!

me.

for

"I'm not weak," I said, my voice growing stronger. "I've been hurt, yes. I've made mistakes. But I've also survived. I've fought. I've protected the people I love."

The wolf stopped circling, its growls softening into something mournful, almost vulnerable.

'They will never accept you. You're a monster. You've seen it in their eyes. They fear you. They should.'

I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. "They already have accepted me. Killian, Ryker, Asha... they love me, even when I couldn't love myself. And I love them. I won't let you take that away from me."

The wolf tilted its head, as if studying me for the first time. Slowly, its snarls faded,

its massive body lowering to the ground.

Its eyes, once filled with anger, now held a flicker of something else: understanding.

You can't destroy me, it said, its voice softer now.

I knelt before it, the tension in my chest loosening. "I don't need to destroy you;" I said gently. "You're part of me-my strength, my pain, my power. We don't have to fight. We just have to understand each other."

in

The wolf blinked, its eyes shimmering as it leaned closer. For the first time, I reached out and touched it.

Its fur was soft, warm, and electric with power, and for a moment, I felt its heartbeat sync with mine.

We are one, it whispered, its voice steady, no longer laced with anger. Protect, then. Together.

The void began to lighten, the darkness peeling away as if the weight of the world had lifted.

The wolf's massive form shimmered, merging into me, its presence no longer a threat but a part of me-balanced, whole.

When I returned to the battlefield, the chaos around me was sharper than ever. I could see every detail, every movement, but the rage that had once clouded my vision was gone.

I was no longer a slave to the wolf inside me. I was its equal.

I stood taller, my resolve unshakable. This wasn't just about survival anymore.

It was about protecting the people I loved and proving to myself that I was more

than my fear, my mistakes, or my pain.

And for the first time, I believed it.

 

Chapter 355: Leader of the Shadowfang Pack

Astrid's POV

The night was heavy with silence as the warriors dispersed, the battlefield now empty save for those I loved most.

Andros was gone, banished to a rogue's life, and with him, the storm that had loomed over my family and the Shadowfang Pack for so long.

I stood near the edge of the forest, my legs trembling under the weight of exhaustion, both physical and emotional.

The moon hung low, its light casting a gentle glow over Killian and Ryker, who approached me hand in hand.

"Mommy?" Ryker's voice was soft, hesitant, as if he wasn't sure I would respond.

I knelt down, opening my arms. He didn't hesitate. He ran to me, throwing himself into my embrace, and I held him tightly, burying my face in his soft hair.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "I should have protected you better. I should have been there."

Ryker pulled back just enough to look at me, his small hands resting on my cheeks.

"You did protect me," he said firmly, his young voice full of conviction. "You're the strongest Mommy ever."

His words broke me in the best way, and I held him closer, my heart swelling with love and relief.

Killian knelt beside us, his hand resting gently on my back. "He's right, you know," he said, his voice warm. "You've always been stronger than you gave yourself credit for."

I turned to look at him, my vision blurry with tears. “Killian, I—”

He shook his head, cutting me off. "You don't have to explain anything, Astrid. I've seen you fight for this pack, for your family, for Ryker. You don't have to prove anything to me or anyone else."

I reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly as more tears fell. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"For what?"

"For staying. For believing in me, even when I didn't deserve it."

Killian's gaze softened, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. "You've always deserved it, Astrid. And I'll always be here for you. For both of you."

Ryker squirmed between us, giggling, and the tension broke. We laughed softly, the sound strange but welcome after so much pain.

Later that evening, as we sat in the packhouse with Ryker fast asleep in my arms, Asha entered the room. Her face was pale but determined, her steps hesitant as she approached me.

"Asha," I said, sitting up straighter. "Is everything all right?"

She nodded, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "I needed to talk to you, Astrid. About the pack."

I frowned, my chest tightening. "What about the pack?"

Asha hesitated, glancing at Killian

before focusing on me. "I... I can't do this," she said, her voice trembling, I to

can't lead them. I don't know

be a Luna. And besides...." She paused, her eyes filling with tears. "Father didn't want me to be Luna. He wanted you."

Her words struck me like a blow, and I felt the weight of my father's wishes settle over me once again.

"Asha," I began, but she shook her head, stepping closer.

"No, Astrid Listen to me. Father saw something in you-something I see too. You have the strength to lead this pack, to guide them the way he would have wanted. You've already proven that."

I looked down at Ryker, sleeping peacefully, and then at Killian, who gave me an encouraging nod.

"You can do this," Killian said gently. "You're already doing it."

My chest tightened with doubt. "I was once a Luna. I'm not sure if it's an

experience I would want to relive again," I muttered as I lowered my head.

Hearing my words, Killian's face

softened and in his eyes I saw guilt. "You were the best Luna that this

Pack ever had, Astrid. It was my fault for being hard on you and picking on you for no reasom At that

time, I was so stupid."

I looked up at him, feeling bad for bringing back the past. I know that whatever

pain Killian had caused me, he already regretted it so much.

Whatever happened in the past should no longer stop us from moving together forward.

"I'm scared,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know," Asha said softly. "But I'll be here to help you. We all will."

Killian placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch steadying me. "You're not alone, Astrid. You never were."

I closed my eyes, letting their words sink in. Slowly, I nodded, a sense of resolve building within me.

“All right,” I said, my voice stronger now. “I'll do it. I'll be the Luna our father wanted me to be."

Asha let out a shaky breath, her relief evident. “Thank you, Astrid. I know he'd be proud of you."

Killian smiled, pulling me into a warm embrace. "And so are we,” he whispered.

For the first time in a long while, I felt a flicker of hope. I wasn't just accepting a role-I was accepting myself, my strength, and the love of the people who believed in me.

And as I looked at Ryker, Killian, and Asha, I knew I wasn't doing this alone.

Together, we would rebuild, lead, and protect the Shadowfang Pack. Together, we would create the future my father had dreamed of.