Ch. 361..365: Reclaiming My Broken Luna Chapter 361-365

Chapter 361: Mother

Astrid's POV

The council chamber was filled with the low murmur of voices, Pack leaders debating strategies and plans.

I sat at the head of the table beside Killian, my hands resting on the smooth oak surface.

The tension in the room was palpable—every attack, every loss, had brought us closer to the realization that this wasn't a rogue problem.

It was something far more calculated.

Killian shifted beside me, his jaw tight, his body radiating barely contained frustration.

He hated these meetings. So did I. But this time, they were necessary.

The rogues weren't just targeting the outposts; they were playing a long game, and we needed to figure out the rules.

Just as I was about to speak, the heavy doors to the chamber creaked open. Every voice silenced, and I felt my wolf stir uneasily as the figure stepped inside. Killian's mother.

Her entrance was calculated, her steps deliberate as her sharp eyes scanned the room.

She carried herself with the regal air of a woman who had once been Luna, even though she'd long since lost that title.

The years hadn't softened her; if anything, they'd sharpened her edges.

"Mother," Killian said, his voice clipped, his tone barely masking his irritation. "What are you doing here?"

If there was someone else to be blamed on why Killian and I's relationship ended before, it would be her.

Killian's mother hated me for being born as omega. She made sure that every day I felt just how much hate she had towards me.

She brainwashed Killian, he fed him with lies and badmouthed me which is one of the reasons why Killian disliked me even more when we were married.

It was also her who helped Giselle to become the Luna, helping her with all of her lies.

Ever since Giselle was exposed, the relationship between the mother and son had changed, it was no longer as good as before.

Rowena, Killian's mother, stopped a few feet from the table, her gaze sweeping over the gathered leaders before landing on Killian.

"I came to offer my help," she said, her voice smooth and unyielding.

The tension in the room spiked, and I saw the flicker of doubt and distrust on the faces around us.

Everyone knew about the history.

“Help?” Killian's tone was cold. "Why would we need your help?"

She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. "Because you're dealing with rogues, and I have information that could be useful. Or would you rather continue fighting blindly?"

The room fell silent, all eyes on Killian. I could feel his anger simmering beside me, but he was holding it in check. Barely.

"What kind of information?" I asked, my voice calm but firm.

She looked at me then, her gaze as sharp as a blade. "The kind you don't have. The kind that could mean the difference between survival and annihilation."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. I studied her, searching for any hint of deception, but her expression gave nothing away.

"You expect us to trust you?" Killian said, his voice low and dangerous. "After everything you've done?"

She raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "You don't have to trust me, son. But if you want to protect this Pack, you'll listen."

We had to end the meeting early because of Rowena's arrival. Killian paced

around the empty room and I watched him, struggling with his thoughts.

"We should not lister to her? What could she possibly know about the rogues? She grew up sheltered by a Pack+think she's just doing this to find connection to us," Killian said, his voice sharp.

It's true, Killian's mother had been trying so many ways to reach her son and to reconcile with me, but Killian was so hurt by her mother's actions that he wanted no dealings with her.

I stood up and approached him. Killian stilled as he felt comforted by my near presence.

I rested my head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat as he hugged me close.

"I know what you feel, I went through the same thing with my father and you know how that ended," I whispered.

Killian fell silent, knowing that I was right.

"Let's just listen to what she had to say, Killian. Then you can take your own time

to process and face what you want to face."

We met her later that evening in the war room, just the three of us.

The air between Killian and his mother was cold, the years of resentment hanging

heavy between them. I stood to the side, watching, waiting.

She didn't waste time on pleasantries. The rogues are working under a single leader," she said, her tone matter-of-fact.

"Someone who's been planning this for years. You've heard the whispers, haven't you? About the Rogue King."

Killian stiffened, his eyes narrowing. "Everyone's heard the whispers. That doesn't mean they're true."

"They are," she said, her gaze steady. "And he's closer than you think."

Her words sent a chill down my spine, but I kept my expression neutral. "How do you know this?"

She hesitated, just for a moment, but it was enough. "Because I've had dealings with him."

Killian's reaction was immediate. He stepped toward her, his voice low and dangerous. "What kind of dealings?"

Just how many things is she hiding from us?

She didn't flinch. "Enough to know what he's capable of. He's not just a leader he's a strategist. He's been uniting the rogues, preparing for this for years. And if you don't act soon, he'll tear this Pack apart."

Her words hung in the air, the weight of them settling heavily over us.

Killian turned away, his hands clenched into fists. I could feel his anger, his

distrust, but beneath it all, I could sense his fear.

"We'll need proof," I said, breaking the silence.

She smirked, but there was no humor in it. "You'll get it. But you won't like what you find."

 

Chapter 362: Shadows

Astrid's POV

The tension in the air was suffocating.

Every time I stepped into the council room lately, I could feel it pressing against my chest-the growing divide within the Pack.

It was subtle at first, a quiet undercurrent of uncertainty, but now it was

undeniable.

People were questioning us. Questioning Killian. And Killian's mother, Rowena, had only made things worse.

The council members sat around the long table, their expressions ranging from weary to outright suspicious.

Rowena had planted seeds of doubt with her sudden return, and now those seeds were taking root.

Some of them believed she was here to help, that her knowledge of the rogues might be the key to stopping this war before it began. Others-including me weren't so sure.

Killian sat beside me, his jaw tight, his eyes scanning the room like a predator sizing up potential threats. He hadn't spoken much since his mother's revelations the night before.

I knew he was struggling to process it, to reconcile the woman who had betrayed us with the woman who now claimed she wanted to save the Pack.

I couldn't blame him. I didn't trust her either. Especially when she confessed that she had dealings with the rogues before.

We asked her what dealings she had, but she refused to tell us anything, making it harder for us to trust her.

If it weren't for the safety of the Pack, we wouldn't have given her the benefit of the doubt.

"Rowena says the Rogue King has been planning this for years," I said, breaking the silence. "If that's true, we need to act quickly. Waiting for him to come to us will only put more lives at risk."

"Or," one of the elders cut in, his tone sharp, "this is another one of her schemes, meant to manipulate us into doing her bidding. How do we know she's not still working with the rogues?"

The room murmured in agreement, and I saw Killian's hands clench into fists on the table.

His silence wasn't helping. They needed to hear from him, to know that their Alpha was in control.

"She's not working with them," Killian said finally, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. "I don't trust her, but I believe she's telling the truth about the Rogue King. We can't afford to dismiss her information."

The murmurs quieted, but the tension remained.

"And what do you suggest, Alpha?" anAlpha from another Pack asked, her gaze critical. "That we trust her? That we let her dictate our strategy?"

“No,” Killian said firmly. "We verify everything she says. But we don't ignore it. If she's right, and we do nothing, it won't matter whether we trusted her or not. The Pack will fall."

The meeting dragged on for hours, but eventually, we reached a reluctant agreement:

Rowena's information would be investigated. Ryder would lead a small team to confirm her claims about the Rogue King's movements. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

By the time we left the council chamber, the moon was high in the sky. Killian and I walked in silence back to our quarters, the weight of the day hanging heavily between us.

"She's manipulating them," Killian said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was low, edged with frustration.

"I know," I said. "But she's also right. The Rogue King is real, Killian. We've seen

the signs. If she has information that can help us—"

"You know how dangerous and

cunning rogues are, they are hard to

deal with. If she used to have dealings with them, who knows that

she's not tied up to those dealings that she had with them?" he interrupted, his tone sharp

“I'm just afraid that the rogues were using her or that she is using us," he added.

I stopped walking, turning to face him. "And what if this is the one time she doesn't? What if she's telling the truth and we ignore it because of her past? You said it yourself: we can't afford to dismiss her."

He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine. "I don't want to give

her the chance to hurt us again," he said finally, his voice quieter now.

"I don't either," I admitted. "But if we're going to protect this Pack, we have to set that aside. At least for now."

He nodded reluctantly, but I could see the conflict still burning in his eyes.

This wasn't just about strategy or survival-it was personal. For both of us.

In the Shadows...

Far from the safety of the Silvermoon Pack, in a darkened camp deep in rogue territory, a fire burned low in the center of a circle of wolves.

The figures gathered around it were scarred and lean, their eyes glinting with hunger for power, for revenge, for blood.

At the head of the circle stood a man, his face obscured by the flickering shadows. He spoke softly, but his words carried, commanding attention.

"They're divided," he said, his voice smooth and cold. “Rowena's return has done more damage than we

could have hoped for. She always did have a talent for chaos.

The wolves chuckled, the sound low and guttural.

"Soon," he continued, "they'll tear themselves apart. And when they do, we'll be waiting to claim what's ours."

One of the wolves stepped forward, his head bowed slightly in deference. "And the Packs that resist?"

The man smiled, his teeth glinting in the firelight. "Burn them."

 

Chapter 363: Liora’s Memories

Nova's POV

The attic was darker and colder than I'd expected. Dust floated in the dim light that streamed through a cracked window, and the air carried the faint scent of cedar and time.

This part of the Shadowfang Pack house had been sealed off for years-ever since Liora's death.

Drystan had given me permission to look through her things, but stepping into the space felt like crossing into sacred ground.

Her scent was long gone, replaced by the mustiness of disuse, but I could still feel her presence here.

Liora had always seemed larger than life, unbreakable, but here she was just a collection of forgotten memories, packed away in old boxes.

I moved cautiously, my fingers trailing over the stacks of wooden crates and trunks.

A soft creak from the floorboards behind me made me turn.

"You don't have to do this," Drystan said, his voice low. He stood in the doorway, his face shadowed but his concern clear. "I can look through it if you want. You don't need to carry this."

I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I need to, Drystan. I need to understand. She hid so much from me, and if there's anything here that can help us..." My voice trailed off.

Help us with the rogues. With the Rogue King. With understanding why she made the choices she did.

He nodded, stepping back but not leaving entirely.

He was giving me space, but I could feel his presence just outside the door-a silent reassurance.

I turned back to the room and began opening the boxes. The first few held little of note: old clothes, trinkets, and faded photographs of a time I barely remembered.

But then, in a smaller chest near the back of the room, I found something different.

A leather-bound journal. Its edges were worn, and the clasp that once held it shut was broken.

My hands trembled slightly as I opened it. The handwriting inside was unmistakably hers-strong, deliberate strokes that mirrored her personality.

With a strong blow, the thick dust covering the leather was removed and I started flipping through the pages.

The entries were fragmented, scattered across years. Some were simple recollections of our time in the forest, little moments I'd long forgotten.

Others were darker, written in hurried script that reflected her state of mind. "Nova doesn't understand, and I pray she never does. The rogues are not what they seem. They're not just scavengers-they're soldiers. They want to destroy the Packs, to rebuild the world in their image. And they think I can help them."

"The Rogue King isn't like the others. He sees everything, knows everything. I thought I could outsmart him, but I was wrong. He knows what I did, knows I'm hiding Nova. If I don't leave soon, he'll find us."

My breath hitched as I read the words, the full weight of what she'd been dealing with hitting me like a blow.

I'd known she'd kept secrets, but I hadn't realized just how deeply. entangled she'd been in the rogues'

plans or how far she'd gone

protect me.

There was one final entry, scrawled hastily across the page:

"If anything happens to me, find the man with the mark. He knows the truth. He knows what the Rogue King is planning. Trust no one else."

I stared at the words, my heart pounding. The man with the mark. Who was he? Did he still exist? And what truth did he hold?

I read through the pages thinking that I would find answers, but instead more questions entered my mind as I read through them.

My sister, who I had always admired. I never thought she was facing such things on her on and carrying the burden of protecting me all on her own.

I didn't hear Drystan step inside until he was standing behind me. His shadow fell over the journal as I clutched it tightly.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice quiet but insistent.

I turned the book toward him,

a

pointing to the last entry. "She was looking for someone-a man mark She said he knows

about the Rogue King." th

Drystan's brow furrowed as he leaned closer, reading the words. "A mark..." he murmured. "What kind of mark?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "But it has to mean something. She wouldn't have written it if it didn't."

He straightened, his jaw tightening "If this person exists, we need to find him. Whatever Liora knew, it was important enough for the rogues to kill her over it."

The weight of his words settled heavily on my chest.

I'd come here looking for answers, but all I'd found were more questions.

Who was this man? What truth did he hold? And, most importantly, why had Liora kept it all from us?

What kind of life was Liora exactly leaving before we met Drystan and after our parent's death?

"Do you think he's still alive?" I asked quietly.

Drystan's gaze hardened. "If he is, we'll find him. And if he's not, we'll find someone who knows what he did."

As we left the attic, the journal clutched tightly in my hands, I felt a new sense of resolve.

Liora's secrets had kept her alive for so long, but they had also isolated her,

forced her to carry burdens no one should have to bear.

I wasn't going to let her sacrifices be in vain.

Whatever truth she'd been hiding, whatever the Rogue King was planning, I would uncover it.

For her. For me. For all of us.

Chapter 364: Taunts

Astrid's POV

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the Pack's central courtyard.

The faint scent of pine lingered in the air as laughter echoed from the grassy clearing near the training grounds.

For the first time in what felt like weeks, I wasn't caught up in Pack meetings, rogue threats, or endless strategy sessions.

I could finally spend some time with my children at last. I missed them so much.

Ryker and Elara darted around the clearing, their playful giggles warming the heavy ache in my chest.

Ryker, now eight, was tall and quick, his movements already showing hints of the warrior he'd one day become.

Elara, only four, struggled to keep up but refused to give in, her fierce determination reminding me so much of myself.

"Elara, you're supposed to tag me!" Ryker teased, effortlessly dodging her tiny hands.

"I will, Ryker!" she declared, her little face scrunched in determination as she lunged at him.

I couldn't help but smile. For a moment, the world outside the Pack seemed to melt away.

I wish Killian is here with us, sitting beside me watching our children play.

He had to leave and check on the eastern territory to make sure that the rogues weren't planning on something again.

"You're getting faster, Elara," I called, crossing my arms and leaning against a tree. "But next time, watch his shoulders. They'll tell you where he's going."

Elara paused mid-chase, turning to me with wide eyes. "Really, Mama?"

I nodded, beckoning her closer. "Come here. Let me show you."

Ryker groaned, flopping onto the grass dramatically. "Great. Now she'll really catch me."

"She's your sister," I teased, ruffling his hair as he sat up. "You should be helping her."

"I do help!" he argued, though the mischievous grin on his face betrayed him.

As I knelt to show Elara how to anticipate her brother's movements, Asha approached from the Packhouse.

Her expression was warm but tinged with guilt, a shadow that had been following her ever since she'd taken on more responsibilities with the children.

"You're better at this than I am,” she said softly, her hands clasped in front of her. "They listen to you."

I stood, brushing off my hands. "They adore you, Asha. And I don't know what I would've done without you these past few weeks.”

She shook her head, her gaze falling to the ground. “I wish I could do more, Astrid. With everything going on... the rogues, the Pack... I feel useless. I don't know how to rule, and I can't take any of this off your shoulders."

I stepped closer, placing a hand on her arm. "You've done more than enough. You've kept my children safe, happy, and loved. That's no small thing."

Her lips curved into a faint smile, but the weight in her eyes remained. "I just wish I could help you the way you've helped me."

"You are helping," I reassured her. "And I'll need you now more than ever. Things are getting worse."

As if on cue, the distant sound of werwolves approaching reached my ears. My wolf stirred, sensing Killian's return before I saw him.

Ryker's ears perked up at the sound, and he leapt to his feet, his face lighting up. "Dad's back!"

Elara squealed with excitement, racing toward the path leading from the eastern territory. "Papa! Papa!"

I turned, watching as Killian and his warriors emerged from the treeline.

He looked weary, his clothes dusted with dirt and his face drawn with tension.

But when he saw the children running toward him, a small smile softened his expression.

He quickly scooped Elara into his arms as Ryker tugged at his side "Careful, little one," he said, his voice warm despite the exhaustion lacing

it

"Did you fight the bad wolves, Papa?" Elara asked, her tiny hands clutching his

shirt.

"I did," Killian said, his eyes flicking briefly to me. "But don't worry. You're safe."

Asha approached, gently taking the children by the hands. "Come on, you two," she said softly. "Let's give your parents some time to talk."

Ryker looked reluctant, but he

nodded, following Asha with a

maturity that surprised me. Elara, on the other hand, pouted. "But I want

to stay with Mama and Papa"

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"You can play with us later, Elara," I said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"I promise."

With a final pout, she let Asha lead her and Ryker away, leaving me alone with Killian.

I stepped closer to him, my gaze searching his face. "What happened?"

Killian sighed, running a hand

through his hair. "It wasn't just a

raid. The rogues are playing a

different game now. They're not just

attacking for territory. They're

taunting us, daring us to make the first move."

"What do they want?" I asked, my voice low.

"Power," he said simply. "This isn't about survival for them. It's about dominance.

They want us to make a move against them."

I felt a familiar tension tighten in my chest.

Every rogue attack, every ambush, was pulling us closer to the brink.

If we weren't careful, we'd fall right into their hands.

"We need answers," I said firmly. "We can't keep reacting to their moves. We need

to know what they're planning, why they're doing this."

Killian nodded, his jaw tightening. "Agreed. But how?"

I hesitated, knowing he wouldn't like my suggestion. "We need to go to Rowena."

Killian's eyes darkened, his frustration immediately surfacing. "I don't think she would be of any help."

"She has a history with the rogues, Killian. If anyone knows what they're planning, it's her."

He was silent for a long moment, his gaze shifting to the horizon. "I don't trust

her."

"Neither do I," I admitted. "But we're running out of options."

Finally, he nodded, his expression grim. “Fine. We'll speak to her. But if she's hiding anything, I'll deal with her myself."

I nodded, my resolve hardening. The stakes were growing higher, and the

shadows around us were closing in.

If Rowena had answers, we had to find them-before it was too late.

 

Chapter 365: Relics

Astrid's POV

Rowena's quarters sat on the outskirts of Silvermoon territory, a place that felt as removed from the Pack's core as Rowena herself.

The journey there was quiet, the tension between Killian and me palpable.

I could tell he was already regretting agreeing to this, but we didn't have the luxury of letting emotions cloud our judgment.

The rogue attacks were escalating. They were organized, purposeful, and more ruthless than ever.

If Rowena had answers that could shed light on the Rogue King's plans, we had no choice but to seek her out.

Rowena had always been a thorn in our sides—a manipulative force who thrived on power plays.

But she was also cunning, and if she knew anything about the Rogue King, she might just be the key to understanding what we were up against.

As we approached her quarters, the scent of burning herbs filled the air.

Rowena's home was modest but had an aura of quiet power. It was an illusion, I knew—a way to remind every one of what she once was.

Killian's jaw was tight as he moved toward the door. I followed, my wolf stirring uneasily as he knocked.

When Rowena opened the door, her sharp gaze swept over us. She looked composed, her graying hair perfectly pinned, her expression giving nothing away.

"Killian. Astrid," she greeted, stepping aside to let us in. "To what do I owe this... rare visit?"

Killian stood beside me, his arms crossed, his jaw tight. He hadn't said a word. The silence between them was a force of its own, heavy with resentment and years of betrayal.

Finally, I broke the silence. “You said you have information for us,” I said, my tone clipped. "What is it?"

Elysande opened the door for us. "Come inside before we talk."

Killian opened his mouth to protest, likely to tell his mother to just speak now, but I stepped inside instantly.

We can't talk about this serious matter like this outside.

Killian and I both settled down. Rowena sat across from us.

"Before I share anything, I want guarantees," Rowena spoke as soon as she sat down, her voice smooth as silk.

"Guarantees?" Killian's voice cut through the air like a blade. "You're not in a position to ask for anything, Mother."

She smirked, the faintest hint of amusement in her eyes. "Aren't I? You're facing a threat you don't understand, one that could destroy your precious Pack. And I'm the only one who can help you stop it."

My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing the truth in her words. As much as I hated to admit it, she wasn't wrong.

The Rogue King was a shadow looming over all of us, and we were fumbling in the dark, trying to find a way to stop him.

If Elysande truly had information, we couldn't afford to ignore it.

"What do you want?" I asked, cutting off Killian before he could argue further.

Her gaze flicked to me, a glimmer of respect in her eyes. "Protection," she said simply. "If I give you what know,+ want your word that I'll be safe. No trials, no punishments. You'll leave me alone."

Killian scoffed, stepping forward. "You're out of your mind if you think we'll give you that."

I placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. "And what happens if we don't?" I

asked Elysande. "What if we decide you're not worth the risk?"

Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "Then you'll face the Rogue King unprepared. And we both know how that will end."

“Speak,” Killian said curtly, not even waiting for her to sit.

Elysande raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on his tone. "The Rogue King isn't just building an army," she said, her voice steady "He's gathering artifacts. Powerful ones Things that haven't been seen in centuries."

I frowned, leaning forward. "What kind of artifacts?"

Her gaze flicked to me, her expression darkening. "Things that can alter the balance of power. There's one in particular he's after. A relic that suppresses Almega abilities."

The air seemed to still, the weight of her words pressing down on me. "You're saying he can neutralize me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded. "If he gets his hands on it, yes. That's why he's been targeting Packs with ancient ties-places where relics like this might be hidden."

Killian stiffened beside me. "Why are you telling us this? What do you gain from helping us?"

Elysande's expression didn't waver. "Because the Rogue King isn't just a

threat to you. He's a threat to all of us. If he succeeds, there won't be any Racks left to rule-or betray."

Her words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the stakes we were facing. For all

her faults, Elysande was right.

The Rogue King's plans didn't leave room for alliances or survivors. He wanted total domination.

"Where is this relic?" I asked, my voice firm.

She hesitated, just for a moment, before answering. "In the ruins of the Nighthowl Forest. That's where he's headed."

There used to be a small community of werewolves living at the Nighthowl Forest, but it had been wiped out years ago, their land abandoned and overrun by rogues.

If the relic was there, it wouldn't be easy to retrieve it-especially if the Rogue King was already making his move.

Killian walked beside me as we left the war room, his expression grim. "This is a trap," he said quietly. "You know that, right?"

I nodded. “But it's one we have to walk into. If he gets that relic..."

He didn't respond, but I could feel his unease. It mirrored my own.

For now, we had a direction. But the path ahead was more dangerous than ever.

And the shadows were closing in.