Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 95: An Old Friend

Drystan's POV

I swallowed hard as Beta Alex ushered Nova and me into Astrid's dimly lit quarters. My nose twitched slightly when the heavy scent of medicinal herbs entered my nostrils. The air inside the room is thick with the scent of medicine and tense anticipation. As I entered inside, my gaze fell upon Astrid, her lithe form motionless upon a specialized treatment cot, surrounded by a flurry of white-clad physicians tending to her with solemn concentration.

Astrid's clothes are also changed into a white hospital robe. She looked pale and fragile inside the glass, a sign of how her life was slowly seeping out of her.

Nova gasped softly beside me, her delicate features etched with concern as she took in the scene before us.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly running dry. Different emotions churned within me: fear, worry, and no small measure of guilt. It's my fault that Astrid is fighting for her life. I should be the one lying in that bed, not her. Because of me, she had lost her child.

"H-How is she?" I managed to ask without my voice breaking.

Beta Alek opened his mouth to answer. However, he suddenly bowed, sending a wave of tension through the air.

I slowly turned around when I felt an immense power behind me. Slowly turning, I found myself face to face with an imposing figure Theron, the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack.

I watched as he treaded inside the room with four guards lined up behind him. Two on his left and two on his right.

Everyone stopped what they were doing as they bowed

posture of the

the world. We would

as he stared at her right through the glass. Feeling curious, I raised my head a little to steal a look at him. No one aside from me dared to lift their heads even a bit to risk their lives just to have

many years. The last

teenagers who always indulged ourselves with misconduct and mischief. We never took anything seriously

had an outstanding academic background and had made a lot of

me of the past and the fun that we

had of him. He is still the same.

Time had already etched its mark on us both. The weight

and the trials of

us into the men

age in Theron's features is a testament to

already passed when we separated. I wonder if we could still bring back our friendship or if it would

did. Theron left early when his father suddenly took him out of the academy and called

Theron would still go back. Our schooling was not yet finished. However, Theron's short break at school became permanent. He never came back, and since

studied his stoic expression and the deep look

intense; it was like he had already seen her before, and