Ch. 416..420: Reclaiming My Broken Luna Chapter 416-420

Chapter 416: Shadows of Fear

Astrid's POV

The morning light was weak as it filtered through the windows, the overcast sky casting a somber glow over the Packhouse.

The tension from the night before lingered in the air, thick and oppressive.

I sat at the dining table with Elara and Ryker, trying to focus on their cheerful chatter.

Elara was recounting a dream she'd had about flying on a dragon, her bright smile lighting up her face, while Ryker listened intently, his serious expression making him look far older than his years.

But my attention kept drifting. My eyes darted to the guards stationed outside the door, their rigid postures and sharp eyes a constant reminder of the danger looming over us.

Killian entered the room, his presence commanding as always.

His golden eyes immediately found mine, and he gave me a small nod, one that

was meant to reassure but only tightened the knot in my chest.

"Everything is in place," he said quietly as he took the seat beside me.

I nodded, managing a faint smile. "Good."

Elara tugged at my sleeve, drawing my attention back to her. "Mama, did you hear me? I said I dreamed about a dragon! It was pink and had sparkly wings!"

I smiled, brushing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "That sounds magical, sweetheart."

"And Ryker was there too!" she continued, her eyes wide with excitement. "He was riding a unicorn, and it had a rainbow mane!"

Ryker rolled his eyes but didn't protest, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

"You two have the best imaginations," I said, my voice soft.

Killian reached over, his hand brushing mine under the table. It was a silent promise, a reminder that we would protect them no matter what.

A soft knock at the door broke the moment. One of the guards stepped inside, his expression grim.

"Alpha, Luna," he said, bowing his head. "Ryder has returned. He's waiting for you in the war room."

Killian and I exchanged a glance, the unspoken understanding passing between us. I stood, leaning down to kiss each of my children on the forehead.

"Stay here," I told them, my voice firm but gentle. "I'll be back soon."

Elara pouted but nodded, while Ryker gave me a solemn look that mirrored Killian's.

As we made our way to the war room, Killian's hand brushed against mine again. "Whatever Ryder has found, we'll handle it," he said, his voice steady.

I nodded, though my heart was pounding.

The war room was alive with tension when we entered.

Ryder stood at the head of the table, a map spread out before him. He looked up as we approached, his expression as grim as the guard's had been.

"Ryder," Killian said, his tone sharp. "What is it?”

Ryder straightened, his dark eyes meeting Killian's. "The rogue king's movements have changed," he said without preamble.

"Our scouts intercepted a group of rogues heading toward the southern border last night. They were carrying supplies-enough for an extended siege."

My stomach churned. "A siege?" I asked, stepping closer to the table.

Ryder nodded, his jaw tight. "That's not all. The scouts reported seeing someone they believe to be Ardan himself. He wasn't with the main group but was spotted further east, moving quickly."

Killian's hands gripped the edge of the table, his claws threatening to pierce the

wood. "He's moving," he muttered, his golden eyes narrowing.

"Yes," Ryder confirmed. “And we believe he's trying to create a diversion. The supplies heading south are meant to draw our

attention, while he moves closer to his real target."

My breath caught in my throat. "The children," I whispered.

Ryder nodded grimly. "It's possible."

Killian's claws dug into the table, leaving shallow grooves.

"Then we don't take the bait," he said, his voice like steel. "We fortify the Packhouse, and we wait for him to come to us. If he wants a fight, he'll get one—

on our terms."

Ryder hesitated, his gaze flicking to me. "There's one more thing," he said, his voice quieter now.

"What is it?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"The scouts found traces of wolfsbane near the eastern border," Ryder said.

"Fresh. They think Ardan is planning to use it against us."

Killian let out a low growl, his fists clenching at his sides. "He's getting desperate,"

he said. “If he thinks wolfsbane will give him the upper hand, he's wrong."

I placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. "Desperate or not, we can't

underestimate him," I said. "We need to be ready for anything."

Killian nodded, his golden eyes meeting mine. "We will be," he said firmly. "This

ends here, Astrid. No more games. No more threats."

Ryder looked between us, his

expression resolute. "I'll increase

patrols along the eastern border and

have the scouts keep tracking the

rogue king's movements. We'll stay

one step ahead of him."

"Good," Killian said. "And make sure the children are never left unguarded. I want eyes on them at all times."

Ryder nodded, bowing slightly before leaving the room.

As the door closed behind him, I turned to Killian, my chest tight with fear and determination. "Do you really think we can stop him?"

Killian placed his hands on my shoulders, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Yes,"

he said simply. "Because we have to."

I nodded, drawing strength from his certainty. But as I looked at the map spread

out before us, the weight of the battle ahead pressed heavily on my heart.

Ardan was coming. And we had to be ready.

 

Chapter 417: Final Gambit

Chapter 77: Shadows on the Horizon

Astrid's POV

The Packhouse had turned into a fortress.

Guards patrolled every corner, their presence constant and unyielding.

The sound of boots on the wooden floors, the clang of weapons being readied, and the hum of whispered orders filled the air.

Despite the precautions, a sense of unease clung to me like a second skin.

Killian was in the war room, finalizing defense strategies with Ryder and the other warriors.

I had just left Ryker and Elara's room after checking on them for the third time that morning.

They were playing together, their laughter echoing softly in my mind, but it wasn't enough to ease the fear curling in my chest.

I walked briskly down the corridor, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. Ardan's movements were calculated, his methods ruthless.

Ryder's report about the wolfsbane on the eastern border was still fresh in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder what else he had planned.

Turning a corner, I nearly collided with Asha. She looked as tense as I felt, her expression pinched with worry.

"Asha," I greeted, my voice tighter than I intended.

"Astrid," she said softly, her eyes searching mine. "I was just about to find you."

"What is it?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat.

She hesitated, glancing around to ensure we were alone.

"I overheard some of the warriors talking," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're worried, Astrid. They don't think Ardan will come through the front lines. They think he'll find another way in."

I exhaled sharply, the knot in my stomach tightening.

"I've been thinking the same thing," I admitted. "Ardan doesn't fight fair. He's too cunning for that."

Asha nodded, her expression grim.

"And if he's as determined as Cedric made him out to be..." She trailed off, her eyes filled with unspoken fears.

"We have to be ready for anything," I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “Killian's reinforcing the borders and increasing patrols, but we can't afford to let our guard down inside the Packhouse either."

Asha's lips pressed into a thin line. "What can I do to help?"

I paused, considering her question. "You've been spending a lot of time with Elara and Ryker," I said finally.

"They trust you. If something happens-" I swallowed hard, the thought too painful to finish. "Stay with them. Keep them safe."

Her gaze softened, and she placed a reassuring hand on my arm. "I will, Astrid. You have my word."

Before I could respond, Ryder's voice echoed down the corridor. "Luna Astrid!"

I turned to see him striding toward us, his expression grim. My heart sank.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice sharp with worry.

"We've received a report from the eastern border," Ryder said, his tone clipped. "There was an attack. A small group of rogues tried to breach the perimeter."

I stiffened. "Did they succeed?"

"No," Ryder assured me. "Our warriors held them off. But there's something else." "What?" Asha asked, stepping closer.

Ryder's eyes flicked between us

before settling on me. "One of the rogues was captured. He's being brought here for questioning

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My pulse quickened, a mix of dread and determination coursing through me. "Does Killian know?"

Ryder nodded. "He's waiting in the interrogation room. He wanted me to find you."

I exchanged a glance with Asha, who gave me a small nod of encouragement.

"Go," she said. "I'll stay with the children."

"Thank you," I said, my voice heavy with gratitude.

Ryder and I moved quickly through the Packhouse, the tension in the air growing thicker with each step.

When we reached the interrogation room, the guards outside opened the door for

us.

Killian stood inside, his golden eyes fixed on the rogue tied to a chair in the center of the room.

The rogue was bloody and bruised, his feral eyes darting around the room like a caged animal.

"Astrid," Killian said without turning, his voice low and dangerous.

I stepped inside, my gaze locking onto the rogue. He was young, barely older

than a pup, but the hatred in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Who sent you?" Killian demanded, his voice sharp and commanding.

The rogue spat blood onto the floor, a defiant sneer curling his lips. "You think I'll tell you anything?"

Killian's jaw tightened, but he didn't

move. I stepped forward, my VOIG calm but cold. "You're already

caught," I said. "If you cooperate, we might consider mercy."

The rogue laughed, the sound harsh and mocking. "Mercy? From you Alphas? That's rich."

Killian's claws flexed at his sides, but I placed a hand on his arm, silently urging him to stay composed.

"What's your plan?" I asked, my tone steady. "Why attack the eastern border? What's Ardan after?"

The rogue's sneer widened. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Killian's patience snapped. He

the rogue by the collar,

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yanking him forward. "Tell us, make sure you regret it."

The rogue's smirk faltered, but he didn't answer.

“Killian,” I said quietly, my voice laced with warning.

He released the rogue, shoving him back into the chair. The rogue coughed, glaring up at us.

"You're already too late," he said hoarsely. "Ardan always gets what he wants."

I stiffened, the rogue's words cutting through me like a blade. "What does he want?" I demanded.

The rogue chuckled weakly. "You'll find out soon enough."

Killian's golden eyes burned with fury, but his voice was icy when he spoke. "Take

him to the cells. We'll deal with him later."

The guards stepped forward, dragging the rogue away as he continued to laugh,

the sound echoing in my ears long after he was gone.

I turned to Killian, my chest tight. "We need to be ready," I said, my voice trembling with resolve.

Killian placed a hand on my shoulder, his golden eyes meeting mine. "We will be,"

he said firmly. "I won't let him win."

But as I stared at the empty chair where the rogue had sat, unease coiled tightly

in my chest.

Ardan was moving, and I knew we were running out of time.

 

Chapter 418: The Rogue’s Hand

Chapter 78: A Chilling Revelation

Astrid's POV

The air outside was still, an eerie contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. The rogue's words echoed in my mind: Ardan always gets what he wants.

The Packhouse was alive with activity as I made my way to the war room.

Warriors were moving in and out, relaying reports and receiving orders. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to taste.

Killian was already there when I arrived, standing at the head of the table with Ryder at his side.

The map was spread out in front of them, marked with red circles and lines denoting potential weak spots in our defenses.

He looked up when I entered, his golden eyes narrowing slightly.

"Astrid,” he said, his tone softer than it had been moments ago in the interrogation

room.

"Do we know anything new?" I asked, stepping closer to the table.

Ryder shook his head, his expression grim. "The rogue we captured is a low- ranking pawn. He doesn't know anything valuable, or if he does, he's not talking."

Killian clenched his jaw, his claws twitching at his sides. “Ardan's planning something. We just don't know what."

I studied the map, my gaze settling on the eastern border where the attack had occurred.

"He's testing us," I said quietly, my thoughts forming as I spoke. "He's looking for weaknesses, seeing how we respond."

Ryder nodded. "That's what we thought too. But there's more."

Killian exchanged a glance with him before turning back to me. "Ryder's patrol found something near the border."

My heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

Ryder pulled a folded piece of parchment from his pocket, placing it on the table. "This was found on one of the rogues. It's addressed to Ardan."

Killian unfolded the parchment, and I stepped closer to read over his shoulder.

The handwriting was jagged, almost frantic, and the words made my blood run cold.

"The eastern perimeter is holding, but they're stretched thin. We'll weaken them with smaller attacks before moving in. The children are the key. Without them, she'll break."

I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edge of the table. "The children," I whispered.

Killian's claws dug into the parchment as his golden eyes darkened.

"He's targeting Ryker and Elara directly now," he said, his voice a low growl. "He's trying to break you, Astrid."

I straightened, forcing myself to stay composed.

"He won't break me," I said firmly, though my voice wavered slightly. "But we need to tighten security even further."

"We've already doubled the guards," Ryder said, his tone cautious. "If we pull any more warriors from the borders, we risk spreading ourselves too thin."

Killian's gaze met mine, his jaw tightening.

"We'll move more warriors into the

Packhouse," he decided. "Ryder, have your best men rotate shifts. I

don't want the same guards

stationed for too long-Ardan might try to infiltrate them."

Ryder nodded, already making notes.

"I'll stay with them," I said, my voice resolute. "Until this is over, I'm not leaving Ryker and Elara's side."

Killian frowned, his brows knitting together. "Astrid, you need to rest. You've been

"I can't rest!" I snapped, my frustration boiling over. "Not when I know he's coming

for them. I won't leave them, Killian. Don't ask me to."

Killian stepped closer, his hands gripping my shoulders gently but firmly.

"Astrid," he said softly, his voice steady. “You're their strength. If you burn yourself out, you won't be able

to protect them. Let me hapable

defenses. Trust me."

the

My chest tightened, the weight of his words pressing against the fear coiled in my

heart.

I searched his golden eyes, looking for the reassurance I so desperately needed.

Finally, I nodded, though it felt like a

betrayal of my instincts. "Fine," I said quietly. "But if anything changes, if there's even a hint of dangerd want to know immediately."

"You will," he promised.

Ryder cleared his throat, drawing our attention back to the table. "There's one more thing," he said, his tone hesitant.

Killian's eyes narrowed. "What is it?"

Ryder reached into his pocket again, pulling out a small, jagged stone. Its surface shimmered faintly, the deep crimson hue almost pulsating under the torchlight.

I stared at it, unease prickling at the back of my neck. "What is that?"

"It was found on the rogue we captured," Ryder explained. "It's a fragment of the forsaken amulet."

My breath hitched. "A fragment? Why does he have it?"

With an object so important, why would Ardan entrust the fragments to his men instead of having them all in his possession instead?

"We don't know," Ryder admitted. "But if Ardan's men are carrying pieces of the amulet, it means he's working something. And maybe he's close to completing it."

Killian's claws flexed, his expression darkening. "If he fixes that amulet..."

"He won't," I said quickly, though my voice trembled. "We won't let him."

Ryder placed the fragment on the table, his expression grim.

"If he's targeting the children and gathering the amulet's pieces, we need to move

fast. Whatever he's planning, it's coming soon."

Killian nodded, his golden eyes hardening with resolve. "Then we prepare for war."

As the weight of his words settled over us, I felt a chill run down my spine. Ardan was moving, and the time to act was slipping through our fingers.

 

Chapter 419: Fortress of Deceit

Chapter 79: Tension Rising

Astrid's POV

The weight of the fragment of the forsaken amulet lingered in my mind as Killian, Ryder, and I exited the war room.

Every step I took felt heavier, like the realization of Ardan's plan was manifesting into a physical burden.

The hallways of the Packhouse were unusually quiet, the tension gripping everyone like a silent warning.

I could feel the watchful eyes of the guards stationed at every corner, their hands never straying far from their weapons.

The air was thick with unease, and I couldn't shake the cold fear that curled in my chest.

"I don't like this," I said softly, breaking the silence as Killian walked beside me. “The fragment..... what is he doing with them? How exactly would he fix the amulet..."

Killian's jaw tightened, his golden eyes fixed straight ahead. "He won't get far. We'll intercept him before he completes the amulet."

"And if we don't?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Killian, we don't know what's going on in his mind. We're not just dealing with the rogue king anymore. We're facing something far worse."

Killian stopped abruptly, turning to face me. His hands gently cupped my shoulders, grounding me.

"Astrid, listen to me," he said firmly. "We're not going to let that happen. He might have plans, but so do we. You're not alone in this."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I know. But it's not just us anymore, Killian. Ryker and Elara-" My voice broke, and I had to pause, taking a steadying breath.

"They're part of this now. And I can't stop thinking about how close he's come."

His expression softened, the sharp edge of his fury giving way to something gentler.

"That's exactly why we'll stop him," he said quietly. "Because we have more to protect than he could ever take from us."

I nodded, though the knot in my stomach refused to loosen.

His words were a comfort, but they didn't erase the image of the fragment Ryder had placed on the table. If Ardan truly had more pieces...

“Alpha Killian, Luna Astrid," a voice called, cutting through the stillness. We turned to see a young scout hurrying toward us, his face pale and his breathing labored.

"What is it?" Killian asked, his voice sharp as he stepped forward.

"There's been movement near the eastern border," the scout reported, his voice trembling.

"A small group of rogues was spotted, but they retreated before our patrols could engage. We found... this." He held out a folded piece of parchment, his hand shaking slightly.

Killian took the note and unfolded it, his golden eyes narrowing as he read. I stepped closer, peering over his shoulder.

Your time is running out. You know what we want. Give it up before you suffer the consequences.

The words were scrawled hastily, the ink smudged in places, but the message was clear.

A chill ran down my spine as I read it, my mind racing with possibilities.

"They're taunting us," Killian growled, crumpling the note in his fist. "Trying to rattle us."

"It's working," I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended. My eyes darted to the scout. "Was there anything else? Tracks, scents?"

The scout shook his head. "No, Luna. They were careful, but we're certain they were rogues. The patrol is doubling back to make sure there aren't any stragglers."

Killian dismissed him with a nod, his expression dark. As the scout disappeared down the hallway, I turned to Killian, my chest tight with fear.

"This isn't just a warning," I said. "It's a promise."

He placed a reassuring hand on my back, guiding me toward the Packhouse's living quarters. "Then we make sure they never get the chance to act on it."

We reached Ryker and Elara's room, where two guards stood at attention.

They bowed their heads as we approached, stepping aside to allow us entry, Inside, the children were playing near the fireplace, their laughter a stark contrast to the dread that hung over us.

Ryker looked up first, his face lighting up when he saw us.

"Mama! Papa!" he called, rushing over to throw his arms around my waist.

Elara followed, her curls bouncing as she ran to Killian.

"Papa, did you finish your meeting?" she asked, her voice bright and innocent.

Killian scooped her up, his expression softening as he held her close.

"I did, little one," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "How have you two been?"

"Ryker keeps saying he can fight rogues now," Elara said, rolling her eyes in a way that made me laugh despite myself.

"Oh, does he?" Killian asked, raising an eyebrow at our son. "And what makes you think you're ready for that?"

"I've been practicing!" Ryker declared, puffing out his chest. "Uncle Ryder showed me how to use my claws."

My heart clenched at his words, a mixture of pride and fear flooding through me.

"You're very brave, Ryker," I said

gently, kneeling to meet his gaze et

"But you're still a pup. Your job is to stay safe and let the grown-ups handle the fighting."

"But Mama—"

"No buts," Killian interrupted, his tone firm but kind. "You'll have your time, Ryker.

Right now, your job is to be a kid. Can you do that for us?"

Ryker hesitated before nodding reluctantly. "Okay," he said softly.

Killian set Elara down, and she immediately reached for my hand. “Mama, will you stay with us tonight?"

I smiled, squeezing her tiny fingers. "Of course, sweetheart."

Killian's golden eyes met mine over their heads, his expression a silent promise.

No matter what Ardan planned, no matter how close he came, we would protect them. Together.

As I held my children close, I felt the faintest flicker of hope. Ardan might think he had the upper hand, but he underestimated one thing: the strength of a family united against him.

 

Chapter 420: Astrid’s Plan

Astrid's POV

The Packhouse buzzed with urgency, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade.

I stood at the head of the war room table, my fingers tracing the lines of the map spread out before me.

Every detail had to be perfect. Every possibility accounted for.

Killian stood across from me, his golden eyes sharp as he listened to Ryder's report.

The scout had just returned with a worn piece of parchment, its edges frayed and stained.

"This was intercepted near the northern border," Ryder said, placing it on the table. "One of Ardan's rogues was carrying it."

Killian grabbed the parchment, his eyes scanning the words with a growing scowl.

I leaned closer to read over his shoulder.

"The amulet's fragments are within reach. Secure the northern stronghold. The Almega's blood will ensure victory. Prepare the way for our future.”

The words sent a chill through me. The knot of fear in my chest tightened, but I forced myself to remain calm, to think.

I couldn't afford to let emotions cloud my judgment.

Killian's jaw tightened, his hand curling around the hilt of his blade.

"The northern stronghold," he muttered. "We assumed it was abandoned."

"It's not," Ryder confirmed grimly. "Scouts have reported rogue activity. They're fortifying it—laying traps, building defenses. It's clear they're preparing for something big."

I straightened, my eyes narrowing as I processed the information.

"This isn't just about the amulet anymore," I said, my voice steady despite the unease twisting in my stomach. "Ardan is using the stronghold as his base. He's consolidating his forces there, preparing for an attack."

Killian nodded, his expression grim. "Then we'll strike first. Take the stronghold and stop him before he gains any more ground."

"It's not that simple," I said, shaking my head. I placed a finger on the map, tracing the path from the Packhouse to the stronghold.

"If we focus all our attention on the stronghold, we're leaving ourselves exposed.

Ardan doesn't fight fair. He'll exploit any weakness he finds."

Killian's golden eyes flicked to me, a flicker of curiosity cutting through his

frustration. "What are you thinking?"

I stared at the map, my mind racing. “Ardan thrives on chaos,” I began, organizing my thoughts aloud.

"He'll try to divide us, make us spread ourselves too thin. That intercepted

message? It's too perfect. He wanted us to find it."

Ryder frowned. "You think it's a trap?"

I nodded. "Not entirely. The stronghold is real-he's definitely fortifying it. But it's not the only target.

If I were him, I'd stage smaller diversions elsewhere to keep us distracted while he moves toward his true goal."

"The children," Killian said quietly, his voice laced with anger. "He'll come for Ryker and Elara."

"Exactly," I said, meeting his gaze. "And he knows we'll do everything to protect them.

That's his leverage. If we move on the stronghold without securing our defenses here, he'll exploit it."

Killian exhaled sharply, his claws twitching at his sides. "Then what do you suggest?"

I tapped the map, my thoughts falling into place like pieces of a puzzle. "First, we need to ensure the Packhouse is impenetrable. Triple the guards around Ryker and Elara, not just in their room but throughout the Packhouse. Ryder, assign

most trusted warriors to patrol every entry point."

Ryder nodded. "Consider it done."

"Second," I continued, my voice firm, "we need to anticipate diversions. Ardan will

send small groups of rogues to other borders, hoping to draw us away.

We'll reinforce those areas but avoid overcommitting. I want scouts stationed at each border with strict orders to observe and report no engagements unless absolutely necessary."

Killian's brows lifted slightly, a flicker of pride softening his intense expression.

"And the stronghold?"

"We hit it hard and fast," I said, my

voice unwavering. "But we don't send everyone. A smaller,

specialized team can infiltrate the stronghold while the rest of our forces stay back to protect the Packhouse."

Killian studied me for a long moment, his golden eyes thoughtful. "You've already thought this through."

I nodded, forcing myself to stay composed. "This isn't just about strategy, Killian. It's about survival. Ardan thinks he knows how to break us, but we won't let him."

My years of being a Luna and a female general, is what developed my instincts in battle.

Before Killian could respond, the door burst open, and a guard entered, his face pale. "Alpha, Luna, there's movement near the eastern border."

I turned sharply, my instincts flaring. "Rogues?"

"Yes," the guard confirmed. "A small group. They haven't crossed yet, but they're lingering."

"It's a diversion," I said immediately, looking at Killian. "Ardan wants us to panic, to pull our forces away from the Packhouse."

Killian nodded, his jaw tightening. "Ryder, double the patrols along the eastern border. Keep them contained but don't engage unless they cross."

Ryder bowed and left to carry out the orders. Killian turned back to me, his hand brushing mine briefly.

"We'll stop him, Astrid," he said softly. "We'll protect our family."

I wanted to believe him, but the weight of Cedric's words lingered in my mind. Ardan always gets what he wants.

I exhaled slowly, grounding myself in the resolve burning in Killian's gaze. "Then

let's make sure he learns how wrong he is."

Later That Night

The Packhouse was quiet, but my mind refused to rest.

I stood outside Ryker and Elara's room, watching the guards stationed at their

door.

Asha had insisted on staying with them, her presence a small comfort against the storm brewing in my chest.

Killian joined me, his golden eyes soft as they met mine. "You've thought of everything," he said quietly. "But you need to rest, Astrid."

I shook my head, my voice a whisper. "I'll rest when I know they're safe."

Killian placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch warm and steady. "They will be. You've made sure of that. Now let me take care of you."

For the first time that day, I allowed myself to lean into his strength, drawing from

the unwavering resolve in his eyes.

Together, we would face whatever came next.