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.

in for me and lead the Pack Warriors' training, so I thought I should join you on your walk,"

because he knew that joining Astrid in her

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

the bracelet, so I returned

her bracelet. "I almost forgot that you took

it again?" I

on top of her head. "She gave

old were you when your mom died?" I asked

teenager when I met her. The only family member that I ever

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

the pebbled path. "I never knew who my father

me with so much love that I never felt

as I matched her

narrowed slightly as she thought about my question

know much about him. I tried asking Grandma questions about him, but she didn't know anything. She doesn't know

be? How could she not know

that, too, but she never really answered my questions properly. She just always answers me with 'I don't

fell silent at

think she was telling the