Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 71: Parents

Drystan's POV

"You seem to have a lot of time on your hands recently," Astrid asked me softly as I accompanied her for a walk around the garden.

I watched as she walked ahead of me, her hand leaning down slightly to the side to touch the flowers as she walked.

Every day, it has been part of Astrid's morning routine to take a walk in the garden before she ate her breakfast.

The Pack Doctor recommended including it in her routine as a safe exercise to reduce her swelling and to prepare her body for labor. Usually, it's Nova who joins her with her walk to make sure that she's safe, but I asked Nova to allow me to walk alone with Astrid this time.

Sometimes, when my mind zones out during work, I would see them by my office window, walking together and keeping each other company.

I have always wanted to join them, but my work wouldn't allow me to. Thankfully, this time, Caden agreed to fill my position and lead the morning training session of the Pack Warriors for me.

"I still have a lot of work to do," I answered. "But it wouldn't hurt to put myself first from time to time," I reasoned.

Astrid chuckled at my answer. "I never thought you were capable of dropping your work."

I snorted. Astrid has been staying in the Packhouse for two months. She knew what my working habits were.

agreed to fill in for me and lead the Pack Warriors' training,

knew that joining Astrid in her morning walk was the best time that I could talk to

way to find out why Astrid has that

already got what I needed from the bracelet, so I returned it to

she saw her bracelet. "I almost forgot that you took it from me," Astrid muttered as she

again?" I asked her with my brows

replied as if the answer was just on top of her head. "She gave

you when your mom died?" I

The only family member that

a deep breath and pushed her bracelet deep inside her pockets. "I was only six years old when

her head as she kicked the little stones by the pebbled path. "I never knew who my father was," she answered

little, I never thought of asking questions. My father never really crossed my mind. My mother and grandmother raised me with so much love that I never felt anything missing in my life," Astrid

as I matched her slow pace. "Do you know anything

slightly as she thought about my

tried asking Grandma questions about him, but she didn't know anything. She doesn't know what he looks like, what he was

furrowed lightly. "But how could that be? How could she not

too, but she never really answered my questions properly. She just always

silent at her

she was telling the