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.

fill in for me and lead the Pack Warriors' training, so I thought I should

lead the Pack Warriors' training for me because he knew that joining

he heard that Astrid's bracelet came from the Shadowfang Pack, he has been curious to know how the bracelet ended up with Astrid. There's only one way to find out why Astrid has that royal heirloom in her possession. "I forgot to return this to you," I muttered as I pulled

from the bracelet, so

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

you got it again?" I asked her

my grandmother," Astrid replied as if the answer was just on top of

old were you when your

was already a teenager when I met her. The only family member that

six years old when my mother died.

as she kicked the little stones by the pebbled path. "I never knew

was little, I never thought of asking questions. My father never really crossed my mind. My mother and grandmother raised me with

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

as she thought about

she didn't know anything. She doesn't know what he looks like, what he was like, and even what his

could that be? How could she not know the man who

that, too, but she never really answered my questions

fell silent

think she was telling