Ch. 371..375: Reclaiming My Broken Luna Chapter 371-375
Chapter 371: Getting Closer
Nova's POV
The room was silent, save for the crackle of the fire burning low in the hearth.
I sat at the head of the long table, staring at the assortment of documents scattered before me.
Each piece felt like a fragment of a puzzle too shattered to put back together. Drystan stood at the far end of the room, arms crossed, his expression grim.
His wolf had been on edge since our return from the Emberwood ruins. So had mine.
"They planned it," I murmured, breaking the silence. "Liora's death wasn't just a rogue attack. They lured her there, Drystan. And someone helped them."
Drystan's jaw tightened, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "We've suspected as much. But we need proof-something that ties this to someone in the Pack. Without it, we have nothing."
I picked up the silver locket we'd found at the ruins, my fingers brushing over its worn surface.
Liora had carried it with her everywhere. Finding it there felt like she'd left it as a breadcrumb, a plea for the truth to be uncovered. But the truth was elusive, always just out of reach.
Drystan moved closer, his presence grounding me as I turned over the next piece of evidence: a ledger recovered from the ruins.
The handwriting was unfamiliar, the ink smudged, but the entries were clear.
"Meet Silvermoon informant-primary target: Liora Duskwatch. Location: Emberwood ruins."
"Why the Emberwood ruins?" I asked, looking up at Drystan. "What's so important about that place?"
"It's isolated, ancient," he replied, his voice clipped. "A place no one would question if someone went missing. It was the perfect trap."
I frowned, my mind spinning with possibilities. "But why Liora? Why target her specifically?"
Drystan's hands clenched into fists at his sides. "She was everything to me. My mate. My strength. Maybe they thought by taking her, they'd weaken me enough to eliminate me as a threat."
My heart ached at his words, but I knew he was right. Liora's death had devastated him, leaving a void no one could fill.
And now, the rogues were using that wound to manipulate us.
I watched Nova and Drystan from across the room, my stomach twisting into knots.
They were so close to the truth, each piece of evidence bringing them closer to Rowena's betrayal.
Every word, every glance they exchanged felt like a dagger aimed at the secret Killian and I were desperately trying to keep hidden.
Killian stood beside me, his posture stiff, his face a mask of neutrality. But I knew him too well. Beneath the surface, he was unraveling.
"We're running out of time," I whispered, my voice low enough for only him to hear.
Killian's jaw tightened, but he didn't respond.
Nova's voice broke through the tension. "This ledger... The handwriting is familiar, but I can't place it. Whoever wrote this had access to Silvermoon."
"Someone high up," Drystan agreed, his tone sharp. "Not just any Pack member could coordinate with the rogues like this."
I exchanged a glance with Killian. He looked away, his golden eyes flickering with guilt.
I reached for his hand beneath the table, squeezing it gently.
Nova turned her gaze to us, her expression conflicted. "Do you think there's someone in Silvermoon who could have done this? Someone who would have betrayed Liora?"
I forced myself to meet her gaze, even as my wolf bristled with unease. "I don't know," I said carefully. "But if there is, we'll help you find them."
Drystan nodded, his eyes narrowing. "We need to search deeper into Liora's past, her connections. There's something we're missing."
Killian and I sat in our room, the fire casting flickering shadows on the walls.
The ledger and the locket sat on the table between us, silent reminders of the truth we were burying.
"They're going to find out," Killian said finally, his voice heavy. "It's just a matter of time."
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to steady the storm ragingz inside me. "Then we have to make sure they don't find out from the rogues. If the truth comes out, it has to come from us."
Killian's head snapped toward me, his eyes blazing. "Do you know what that will
do to them? To Drystan? To Nova?"
"Yes," I said quietly, my throat
tightening. "But do you know what it
will do if they find out we hid it from
them? That we knew Rowena was behind Liora's death and said nothing?"
Killian looked away, his hands gripping the arms of his chair so tightly I thought the wood might splinter. "We're trapped, Astrid. No matter what we do, we lose."
I reached for his hand, my voice soft but firm. "Then we focus on the Rogue King.
If we can take him down, maybe... maybe we can find a way to make this right."
Killian nodded, though his expression remained grim. The truth was like a ticking bomb, and we were running out of time to defuse it.
Nova's POV
I couldn't sleep. The pieces of the puzzle kept spinning in my mind, fragments of a truth just out of reach.
The locket, the ledger, the ruins-it all pointed to someone within Silvermoon. But who?
Drystan stirred beside me, his breathing heavy and uneven. Even in sleep, the weight of Liora's death haunted him.
I brushed a hand over his arm, my heart aching for him, for us.
"I'll find the truth," I whispered into the darkness. "No matter what it takes."
As the firelight dimmed, I vowed to keep searching, to uncover the person who had betrayed Liora.
Because whoever they were, they hadn't just taken her from Drystan. They'd taken her from me too.
Chapter 372: Shadows of Deception
Astrid's POV
The Silvermoon Packhouse was quieter than usual, as if the weight of the past few days had seeped into its walls, stifling every sound.
Killian had been unusually distant since the discovery of the locket and the ledger, his thoughts turned inward as we both struggled to decide our next move.
The secrets we carried were a heavy burden, and the consequences of their revelation loomed over us like a dark cloud.
I stood in the courtyard, watching Ryker and Elara chase each other around the garden.
Their laughter echoed through the open space, a brief reprieve from the storm brewing within me.
My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing the tension that lingered just beneath the surface.
"Mama, look!" Elara's excited voice called, breaking through my thoughts.
I turned to see her holding a small bouquet of wildflowers she had picked. Her silver eyes sparkled with pride, and for a moment, the world felt lighter.
"They're beautiful, sweetheart," I said, kneeling to accept the flowers. "Thank you."
Ryker ran up beside her, his face flushed with excitement. "Can we show Papa too?"
My heart clenched at his words, the innocence in his voice a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding us. "Of course," I said, forcing a smile. "He'd love that."
The Council Meeting
The council room was filled with tension as Killian, Drystan, Nova, and I gathered to discuss our next steps.
The evidence we had found-Liora's locket and the ledger-had left no doubt in anyone's mind that the rogues had coordinated her death with the help of someone from Silvermoon.
Drystan leaned forward, his hands gripping the edges of the table. "The rogues are baiting us, trying to distract us from their true plans. But we can't ignore this. We need to find the traitor."
Nova nodded, her expression steely. "This isn't just about Liora anymore. If the informant is still active, they're a threat to all of us."
Killian kept his gaze fixed on the table, his hands folded tightly in front of him.
"We'll start an investigation," he said finally, his voice steady but strained. "I'll have the inner circle questioned, and we'll review every record from the time of Liora's death."
Drystan's eyes narrowed, his frustration evident. "That's not enough. Whoever did this has had years to cover their tracks. We need to dig deeper."
"We will," I interjected, hoping to ease the tension. "But we need to be careful. If the rogues see us divided, they'll take advantage of it. We can't let that happen."
Nova's gaze softened as she looked at me. "You're right, Astrid. But we need answers. If we don't uncover the truth, the rogues will keep using this against us."
Killian and I sat in the quiet of our room, the flickering fire casting shadows across the walls.
He hadn't spoken much since the meeting, and I could feel the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him.
"We're running out of time," he said finally, his voice low. "Drystan and Nova are getting closer. If they find out the truth..."
I placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. "We'll handle it. But for now, we need
to focus on the Rogue King. If we can stop him, maybe... just maybe, we can find a way to make this right."
Killian shook his head, his golden eyes dark with anguish. "What if there is no way to make it right? What if this destroys everything?"
I swallowed hard, my heart aching at the pain in his voice. "Then we'll face it together. No matter what."
Drystan's POV
The moon hung high in the sky as I stood on the balcony outside my room, the cool night air doing little to ease the fire burning within me.
The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, but the picture they formed was one I wasn't sure I wanted to see.
Liora's death had never felt right. I had accepted it as a rogue ambush because that was the only explanation I'd been given.
But now, with the locket, the ledger, and the growing evidence of a traitor in Silvermoon, the truth was becoming undeniable.
Someone had betrayed her-someone I had trusted.
Nova stepped onto the balcony, her presence a welcome balm to my restless thoughts.
"You're still thinking about it," she said softly, leaning against the railing beside
me.
"How can I not?" I replied, my voice rough. "She deserved better than this. Better than lies and betrayal."
Nova reached for my hand, her touch grounding me. "We'll find the truth, Drystan. No matter how long it takes."
I nodded, though the anger simmering beneath my skin refused to fade. The
rogues thought they could manipulate us, divide us.
But they didn't understand one thing:
I wouldn't stop until I uncovered the truth. And when I did, there would be no mercy for those responsible.
The following morning, a scout burst into the council room, his face pale and his breathing labored.
"Alpha Killian, Alpha Drystan," he gasped. "The rogues... They've attacked one of the outer territories."
"What?" Killian demanded, rising to his feet.
"They left a message," the scout continued, holding out a bloodstained piece of parchment.
Drystan snatched it from his hands, his jaw tightening as he read the words aloud.
"Divide and conquer. The truth will destroy you before we ever have to."
A cold silence fell over the room, the rogues' intent painfully clear.
They weren't just attacking us physically-they were trying to tear us apart from within.
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Killian nodded, his expression hardening. "Together."
I glanced between the two of them, my chest tightening with the weight of what
we were hiding.
The rogues were right about one
thing: the truth had the power to destroy us. And unless we found a way to hold everything together, it would.
Chapter 373: Tension Rising
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."
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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."
I placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. "We're in this together, Killian. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."
He turned to me then, his golden eyes filled with anguish. "If Drystan and Nova find out the truth... If they find out it was Rowena..."
"They won't," I said firmly, though the words felt hollow. "We'll find a way to protect her."
Killian shook his head, his voice breaking. "But at what cost, Astrid? How long can we keep lying to them?"
I didn't have an answer. The truth was a ticking time bomb, and I could feel it
inching closer to detonation with every passing moment.
Drystan's Discovery
Meanwhile, Drystan and Nova were
digging deeper into Liora's past. They'd found an old diary hidden among her belongings, the pages filled with cryptic entries that hinted at her suspicions about someone within Silvermoon.
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"She knew Nova said, her voice trembling as she read aloud. "I don't trust them. There's something off about their promises. But I have to play along-for now.""
Drystan's expression darkened as he took the diary from her. "She was onto
them. Whoever it was, she suspected them."
"But why didn't she tell anyone?" Nova asked, her voice breaking. "Why didn't she come to me?"
"Maybe she didn't have time," Drystan replied, his voice rough. "Or maybe she thought she could handle it on her own."
Nova's hands clenched into fists. "We need to find out who she was talking about. If we can figure out who she didn't trust, we'll find the informant."
Astrid's POV
Just as the tension within our group reached its breaking point, another message arrived from the rogues.
This time, it was carved into the bark of a tree on the edge of Silvermoon's territory.
"The truth is closer than you think."
The words sent a chill down my spine. The rogues weren't just toying with us― they were closing in, and they wanted us to destroy ourselves from the inside.
Killian and I stood together as the message was reported, the weight of our secret pressing down on us like a vise.
"They're trying to break us," Killian murmured, his voice low. "And it's working."
I nodded, my throat tight. "But we can't let them win. Not now. Not ever."
As the night fell over Silvermoon, I knew one thing for certain: the truth was coming, and when it did, everything would change.
We need to act fast and decide what's best for the Pack and what's best for everyone else.
Chapter 374: Rogue
Astrid's POV
The council room was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, but there was no warmth in the air.
The tension between us was palpable, like a thread stretched too thin, ready to snap.
Drystan and Nova sat across from Killian and me, the diary Nova had found lying open on the table between us.
Its pages were filled with Liora's careful handwriting, each word a piece of a puzzle that was growing darker by the minute.
"She suspected someone," Nova said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. "She didn't name them, but she knew there was a threat within
Silvermoon."
Drystan's jaw tightened, his golden eyes burning with anger. "And that threat cost her everything. It's time we stop circling around this. Someone in Silvermoon betrayed her, and we need to find out who."
Killian leaned forward, his expression carefully controlled. "We're already investigating.
My warriors are questioning anyone who had close contact with Liora during that time. But it's not something we can rush."
Drystan's gaze sharpened, suspicion flickering in his eyes. "You seem awfully calm about all this, Killian. If someone in your Pack betrayed my mate, shouldn't you be more... concerned?"
My heart clenched at the accusation, and I reached for Killian's hand beneath the table, squeezing it lightly.
"Drystan," I said, keeping my voice steady, "we're just as determined to find the truth as you are. But accusing people without evidence will only create chaos. The rogues want us divided. We can't let them win."
Nova looked at me then, her expression softening. "Astrid's right. We can't turn on each other. But we also can't ignore what we've found. If Liora suspected someone, we need to figure out who it was."
Later That Night....
Killian and I sat in our room, the fire casting flickering shadows across the walls.
He was quiet, his golden eyes fixed on the flames as if they held the answers to the storm brewing around us.
"They're getting closer," he said finally, his voice low. "If they find out the truth about my mother..."
I placed a hand on his arm, my touch grounding him. "We'll handle it. But for now, we need to keep them focused on the Rogue King. If they find out the truth now, it'll destroy everything."
Killian turned to me, his eyes filled with anguish. "And when they do find out? Because they will, Astrid. Nova and Drystan aren't going to stop."
I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. "Then we'll deal with it when the time comes. But right now, we can't let this break us. The rogues are counting on us to fall apart. We can't give them the satisfaction."
Killian nodded, though the tension in his posture didn't ease. I could feel the storm within him, the battle between his loyalty to his mother and his loyalty to the Pack.
It was a battle we were both fighting, and I wasn't sure how much longer we could hold out.
Drystan's POV
The air between Nova and me was suffocating as we walked back to our quarters, the weight of the diary in her hands mirrored the weight in my chest.
The words scrawled within Liora's journal had given us more questions than answers, but one thing was clear: she had known someone in Silvermoon was working against her.
"She knew," Nova said softly, her voice brittle and trembling. "She knew someone betrayed her, and she couldn't stop it."
I placed a hand on her shoulder,
steadying her as much as myself.
"We'll find out who it was," I
promised, my voice rough but resolute. "And when we do, they'll pay for what they did."
Nova nodded, but I could see the grief and anger swirling in her eyes.
"I just don't understand," she whispered. "Why would someone do this? She was
good. Loyal. She didn't deserve any of it."
"She didn't," I said, my jaw tightening. "But someone wanted her gone. And whoever it was, they'll regret it."
The following morning, a scout burst into the Packhouse, his expression tense and his breathing labored.
"A rogue," he said, addressing Killian and me. "We captured one near the border. He didn't resist he just... handed himself over."
Nova, Astrid, and Killian joined me in the courtyard as the rogue was dragged before us.
His face was hollow, his body frail, but his eyes gleamed with a sinister light.
Even bound in silver restraints, he radiated an unnerving confidence, his smirk mocking as he looked us over.
"You've been busy," the rogue said, his voice grating but laced with amusement.
His gaze shifted between us, his tone dripping with mockery. "Digging into things best left buried, haven't you?"
My wolf growled low in my chest, a rumble that echoed the fury boiling inside me.
I stepped forward, my golden eyes narrowing dangerously. "What do you know about Liora's death?" I demanded, my voice like steel.
The rogue's smirk widened, and he tilted his head in mock pity. "Oh, quite a bit," he said. "But you already knew that, didn't you? The little breadcrumbs I left behind. You're following the trail so well."
He chuckled darkly. "But tell me, have you pieced it together yet? Or are you still chasing ghosts?"
"Enough games," Killian growled, his voice sharp as a blade. He stepped forward, his golden eyes blazing. "Tell us what you know."
The rogue leaned forward as far as his restraints would allow, his grin stretching wider.
"The truth," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, "has a funny way of tearing people apart. It always does."
I felt Nova stiffen beside me, her breath catching at his words. I clenched my fists,
barely restraining the urge to rip the smirk off his face.
"Who betrayed her?" I barked, stepping closer. "Who in Silvermoon worked with you?"
The rogue only chuckled, the sound
low and cruel. "You're so close," he
said, his voice a taunt. "But when you find out... Well, let's just say you won't like the answer."
Before any of us could react, the rogue bit down hard on something hidden in his mouth—a sharp crack, followed by a spasm that sent his body convulsing
violently.
His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground moments later, the life draining from him before our eyes.
Chapter 375: Shadows of Deception
Drystan's POV
"No!" Nova gasped, rushing forward, but it was too late. The rogue was gone.
I stared down at the lifeless body, my wolf snarling in frustration. He'd been sent here for one reason: to dangle the truth just out of our reach, then snatch it away.
My fists clenched tightly at my sides as the words he'd spoken burned into my mind.
"The truth will destroy you."
The silence in the courtyard was deafening. Nova stood frozen, her hands trembling as she stared at the rogue's body.
"They're toying with us," she said, her voice trembling with anger. "They want us to tear each other apart."
"They won't win,” I said firmly, my voice cutting through the tension. "We'll find the truth, no matter what it takes."
Killian stood beside me, his face unreadable but his eyes shadowed with something dark-something I couldn't quite place.
The sharp sound of footsteps broke the stillness.
Rowena stepped into the courtyard, her expression carefully neutral, though her eyes gleamed with a calculated edge.
"I heard commotion," she said, her voice smooth, as if she hadn't just walked into the aftermath of a rogue's death.
Her gaze flicked to the lifeless body, then to Killian. "Let me guess. Another rogue with a cryptic message?"
Killian's jaw tightened. "What do you know about this, Mother?"
Rowena raised a brow, feigning innocence. "About what? The endless rogue attacks? Or the fact that you seem determined to pin everything on me?"
"Don't play games with us," Nova snapped, stepping forward. "He mentioned the truth, Rowena. He said it would destroy us. What truth is he talking about?"
Rowena tilted her head, her lips curving into a faint smirk. "How should I know? You're the ones interrogating rogues, not me."
“Enough!” Killian's voice thundered, silencing the courtyard. "You knew about the rogues long before they became a threat.
You claim to have information that can help us, but all you've done is sow doubt and division. If you know something, now is the time to speak."
Rowena's smirk faded, replaced by a steely resolve. "Fine. You want the truth? Here it is: the rogues are after more than territory or resources.
They're after power. And if you don't start listening to me, you'll hand it to them on a silver platter."
Rowena paused she stepped closer to the rogue's body, kneeling beside it. She reached out, plucking a small medallion from the corpse's neck.
The intricate engraving glinted in the moonlight, a symbol none of us recognized. "This," she said, holding it up, "is proof that the Rogue King isn't acting alone. He has allies. And if you want to stop him, you're going to need me."
Killian's eyes narrowed. "Why should we trust you?"
Rowena stood, her expression unreadable. “Because, my dear son, I'm the only one who understands what he's after.
And if you keep treating me like the enemy, you'll lose everything before you even realize what's happening."
Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Killian stared at her, his anger barely contained, but I could see the doubt flickering in his eyes.
Nova stepped forward, her hands balled into fists. "You seem to know so much. How do we know you're not working with him?"
Rowena smiled faintly, though there was no warmth in it. "Because if the Rogue King wins, I lose too. You may not trust me, but you'll have to decide quickly."
"Enough," Killian growled. "We'll discuss this in the council chamber."
As we turned to leave, Rowena's voice stopped us. "One more thing," she said, holding up the medallion. "This symbol-it's a warning. And if I'm right, it's only the beginning.
Her words sent a chill down my spine. We walked silently toward the council
chamber, but the weight of Rowena's presence lingered behind us.
I couldn't shake the feeling that we were walking straight into another one of her traps.
Killian's POV
The council chamber was quiet when we arrived, the air thick with unease.
Rowena entered last, her posture calm, almost arrogant, as if she were already one step ahead of us.
It was a look I recognized all too well-a predator waiting for her prey to reveal their weaknesses.
I slammed my hand on the table, the sharp crack echoing through the chamber.
Rowena flinched for the first time, her mask slipping just enough for me to see the cracks beneath it.
"Enough games, Mother. Tell us everything you know, or so help me "
"You'll what?" Rowena interrupted,
her voice sharp and cold. "Cast me out? Lock me away? You need me, Killian, whether you like it or not. The Rogue King isn't just gathering rogues-he's building alliances. He's reaching into places you can't even imagine."
I clenched my jaw, willing myself to remain calm. Every instinct screamed at me to
throw her out, to strip her of any power she thought she had. But I couldn't. Not
yet.
"If you hadn't such a thing, killing Liora, we wouldn't have to thread on thin ice," Astrid grunted.
"If the Rogue King wins, none of us survive. Not you, not your Packs, not your precious children. I don't care if you hate me, but I won't sit by and watch everything we've built burn to the ground." en FindNovel
Her words struck a nerve, though I would never admit it. For all her flaws, Rowena wasn't wrong.
The Rogue King's moves had been too calculated, his forces too coordinated. He wasn't just a rogue; he was a strategist.
"And what exactly are we supposed to do with this... warning?" Astrid asked, gesturing toward the medallion Rowena had pulled from the dead rogue's neck.
Her voice was steady, but I could hear the tension beneath it.
Rowena stepped forward, placing the medallion on the table. Its strange symbol gleamed under the low light intricate and unfamiliar "You find out what it means. And you do it quickly. Because if I'm right, the Rogue King is already moving on the Forsaken Amulet. And if he gets it, it's over."
"The Amulet suppresses Almega abilities," Astrid murmured, her voice almost a whisper. "If he uses it-"
"We'll be powerless," Astrid finished grimly. "Every Alpha, every Luna. He could tear apart the Packs without lifting a finger."
Rowena nodded, her expression grim."
"This doesn't absolve you," I said quietly, the words burning my throat. "Everything you've done, everything you've taken—you'll answer for it. But for now, we'll use what you know."